To the left is another photo
of the shrine before the snow got too tracked-up.
The hike back down was an exercise
in balance as the packed-down snow had turned to ice. My smooth-soled
shoes were particularily bad, and I remember that as I was clinging
to something trying not to fall, the Mad Peruvian Shaman took
my sleeve and said he'd help me. He then began to run. Well,
I ran, too, scared out of my wits right up until I started having
fun. I ran all the way back down.
When everyone got to the bottom
we descended en masse on a local noodle shop were we got warm,
dry, and fed.