We started out Thursday morning by taking the local bus, and then a hired taxi, to the road leading up to the Moray Inca archeological site: an amazing series of circular terraces carved like a bowl into the earth. We were fortunate with the weather; the rain held off and the clouds actually began to lift a little as we started out on the 15km trek.
All along the way we were amazed by how beautiful the landscape was. Every shade of green imaginable was represented in the rolling hills that lead up to stark, glaciated peaks – interrupted only by the brightly colored wildflowers and long rows of various crops planted in fields along the trail. We were also lucky to see eagles, falcons, Cara Cara, and iridescent hummingbirds darting around this incredible landscape.
All along the route was moderate: mostly flat with some rolling hills, and almost entirely downhill once we reached the town of Maras. The descent into the Sacred Valley is almost surreal: sometimes it’s hard to keep walking as you stare up at these giant mountains in front of you with huge waterfalls and deep canyons that seem almost close enough to touch.
This route is often promoted as a perfect mountain bike day trip– and I will admit, the downhill at the end is more fun on wheels- but walking with my mother allowed us to really take in the beauty around us, and enjoy some great conversations in the mean time.