2On top of an Andes mountain at the site of Machu Picchu…
Lake Wright wandered the ancient stone-lined paths bored out of his twenty-two-year-old mind. Despite the panoramic views, all Lake could do was wonder about the amount of manpower and energy it had taken to build the megalithic citadel.
What were the ancient Incas trying to accomplish when they hauled all those giant rocks up the mountain? Lake figured they probably were thinking the same thing his father had been. They were thinking that when Lake got to the top of the mountain he’d be totally awed by the majesty of their accomplishment. And he was, at least a little bit, but at the end of the day this place was just rocks and dirt and stories.
It was nothing life-changing for him.
His father had meant well with his Peruvian g
