Shamans Ascent

The brilliant sun splashed against our faces as we ascended the ancient ruins of Pisac. Fields protruded from the mountains scowling face, perfectly patterned as if steps for a large celestial being. Breathe quickly became hard to come by as the altitude introduced itself forcefully to our lungs. The mountain breeze offered temporary relief from father sun as we broke for water prior to our final ascent. Their we stood, looking over the vast sacred valley below, absorbing millenniums of lifetimes through our congested nostrils. In awe of such beauty we felt the only way to honor such a sight was to pose for a picture, with our butt cracks taking center stage.