This is our first nights camp on the Inca Trail. So beautiful and peaceful. It thunderstormed that night so hard that I woke Karen up and told her if she heard screams or the earth shaking to get out of the tent and run. The babbling brook overflowed and ran right through where our tents were pitched. The porters were up in the middle of the night hammering our tent pegs back into the ground. Everyone woke up WET. Mudslides at Machu Picchu stranded tourists there a week later.
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