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With our tents gone, along with our sleeping bags, we have to improvise, which means we’ll sleep in our clothing on bare ground made softer by piles of dead leaves and vegetation that we gather up by hand. We make a fire and proceed to boil water in one of the small aluminum cooking pots that Rodney is carrying with him. Once the water is boiled, we pour it into three freeze-dried packets of beef stroganoff.
Sitting around the fire, we eat in silence. Rather, we force our food down.
While I stare into the fire, the events of the day haunt me. I go back to the beginning. Flying into the Sacred Valley, spotting two long-haired men sitting in a Jeep. Men who were armed and observing us as we left the landing strip in the truck. That’s when an idea, if not a revelation, hits me.
“Liste
