22. My Machu Picchu
There was a good notch here and good bump there, but for every few goods, there was a bad. My right toe would slip, I would lose ground and dangle for a moment, suspended by fingers jammed in cracks. It was too dark to read the wall, too dark to know how far I had fallen and how much I should fear the climb. I remembered saying Oh my God as I fell from the ledge. I remembered how out-of-place the words seemed, spoken aloud, overriding the muffled drone of the river and the soft tapping of rain on rock. (100)



No one reading this will go near Macchu Picchu!!
A Hail Mary situation , if ever there was one ....!