The sky was dark. The moon was bright, stars shown in the sky. Hopping on a heat free bus, two hour until Breakfast filled my stomach. The Sun rising. The Moon setting 14 began a journey Five from Canada, Four from North Dakota, Three from California, and Two from New York. Hiking high, Hiking low, the sun set over the snow. Dinner was served. Soup and more yumm, umm for your empty tummy. The stars filled the sky, the cold came along, to bed we went sleeping, sleeping.
Early to rise five in the morning, the hardest was still yet to come. With mother sick and dad helping I dragged along the dead women’s pass. The top breezy and filled with glory the sun at the mid sky and us now falling. We ran down the steps three or four miles, arriving to our dinner filled camp. The Moon rose the sun set, The Ice covered our tent as we drifted to sleep.
Pack the tents, pack the bags, off we went to Machu Pichu. The day was long the nights were cold, the hike was steep steps to camp. Tripping and falling our way to camp. Yet no condors were to be found. The Night was warm a forest blast, Dinner of soup five and meat. Off to bed. Our oh so warm beds we curled up into our green rain proof tents.
The Hike was short the view was long Llamas grazed and the baby played. The city of the Inkas a sight indeed was wonderful amazing filled with color. When Hours Passed, Luch was waiting in our first restaurant in three days. A feast was held the 14 laughed. The train came, and laugher stopped. The hour bus ride the bus ride back was long yet quite and sleep over came us. The time came to say good night, The stars twinkled with all their delight. A warm bed played for us waiting. Under the hot shower into the covers.