Colca Canyon

Here is an excerpt from my journal that I wrote while on an epic trek through the Colca Canyon in Peru:

The crunch of rock
beneath our feet
rings in our ears
Skin, long hidden
from daylight
reaches out to
the rays of sun
A donkey grunts
A cow cries out
A faint twitter
and not the sound
of voice
of motor
of car
or television
not the humming
of machinery
Just the wind
tickling the leaves
the sound of the river
running at the base
of our mountain
crickets singing
and a soft snore
rises from
the duende's hut