Gone fishin'

Well, not fishin', precisely, but gone anyways. I'm Peru-bound on Wednesday and will be at an elevation of roughly 12,400 feet by Thursday night. Madre de dios, I am going to have some fierce altitude sickness, right?

It's winter down there, so I'm packing things like sweaters, hats, and gloves. Feels a little weird given that today it was 93 degrees and humid out, but when I'm at Lake Titicaca (Titicaca! I am an eight-year-old!) I'm sure I'll feel warm, not weird.

Check back after August 1. Thank you for your continued patronage.