PERU Part 1: Lima, Cusco, and Machu Picchu

So, I went to Peru. It was super last minute and I didn’t really tell that many people, but I have been pretty overdue for a good adventure. I planned it because I was supposed to be starting a new job soon that would have me moving to the the Sothern United States, but unfortunately, that whole timeline has been pushed and it is up in the air at this point. Regardless, I had the trip planned so I went. $240 round trip on Spirit Airlines will get you to Lima, Peru as you can see in the picture above of a hike I went on once I got to Lima.

First stop on the Peruvian journey was enjoying some local cuisine. The first meal I had was a local favorite, Pan con Chicharron, pictured on the left. For lunch, I enjoyed some seafood since I was near the Pacific while in Lima. I had my first experience with the famous Ceviche (upper right corner of the plate on the right-most image above). Ceviche is a raw fish dish that is soaked in a delicious lime and milky sauce. The excess sauce is often put into a shot glass and drank as “Leche de Tigre” or milk of the tiger, which is an interesting experience drinking chunks of fish. However, it was surprisingly delicious. Inca Kola is the local favorite for pops and it has an interesting cream soda-like taste.

The first photo is from Lima and from there I went to Cusco, which is shown in the second photo. I spent the night there before waking up at 3:30 am to get to my bus for Machu Picchu. A little foreshadowing for the next blog post, but Cusco is at 11,000 ft and that first night I experienced some mild elevation sickness while trying to sleep. From the bus, I got to the train station and had an absolutely beautiful ride through a mountain valley into the heart of where Machu Picchu is located.

When the train dropped me off I made my way to the middle of Agua Caliente (the town right outside of Machu Picchu) and got in line at the tourist center for a ticket. Had I been coming during a busier tourist time, outside of Covid, I would have booked ahead. Instead, I enjoyed the flexibility of the times. I did observe many tourists from other South American countries like Columbia and Chile, as well as many from other parts of Peru coming to Machu Picchi rather than the typical European and American crowd.

From the town, you have the option of taking a bus to the park’s entrance or you could save some money and hike the way up. I decided to enjoy the journey on a hike to the top. The middle picture above shows the stairs I was climbing and then the picture on the right shows the bus path up which the stairs intersect on their way to the park entrance.

After wandering through the park and seeing some other ruins you get the choice of going to the upper or lower platform. If you pick one you can’t do the other. I happened to hear an English-speaking guide ahead of me say that he thought the upper platform was better so that’s what I picked. The view was incredible, but the only bummer was that on the lower platform there were a bunch of Alpacas roaming around which would have been pretty cool to play with. I still think I got the better end of the deal for the views though. After the upper platform, you descend into the actual city and there you can get a really good look at all the different architecture and the buildings to really appreciate how big this scared city actually was.

As I wandered behind different English-speaking guides I learned a lot about the significance of this place and the intricate planning of the Incans to build it in that location. The location is actually in a perfect location to maximize time in the sunlight and the terraced walls and layers they built have a lot of unseen underground support to keep the city stable and impervious to slipping off the edge of the cliffs. It’s interesting to be somewhere that the Incans believed was sacred hundreds of years ago. I’ve been to a couple of places that Native Americans have held sacred and every time it’s as if I can feel that energy. There is just something special about certain places and I think it’s a very raw feeling to stand there overlooking Machu Picchu seeing it very similarly as they would have seen it hundreds of years ago. I like to think that I am appreciating it in the same way that they did. It makes me think of how similar we all are as humans whether past or present. Certain things, like the beauty of Machu Picchu, transcend time and cultures and that’s just super cool.

Traveling and adventure has been pretty important to who I am and with COVID it has felt like a part of who I was had been silenced in a way. This is an excerpt from my journal on the day I went to Machu Picchu:

But really,  I’ve been thinking this trip has just been so good for me. This morning I had the thought that I’m rediscovering who I am. I love who I have become, but I know the person I’ve been the last year wasn’t the true me I had come to know. I’ve felt robbed of opportunities and I had lost a sense of gratitude. This trip has shifted my perspective so much back to perspectives I’ve already known, but I guess I needed a reminder. Relationally, spiritually, and emotionally, yesterday and today have changed me. There is no doubt about it. I’m so grateful to God for this opportunity at a time where it is becoming self evident that I needed it. Blessed beyond measure is all I can say!

Being back home now and reading this entry and comparing the feelings I had at Machu Picchu to the feelings I have back in my normal routine I can say that the gratitude is still there. Even here when I am waiting on job offers and a little disappointed in how my life hasn’t progressed as far or fast as I wanted it to I still have more blessings and opportunities to go out and do certain things than some of the Peruvians I witnessed will ever have. We live good lives here in America and I’m a little ashamed how much I had lost sight of that. Yes, I gained a lot of cool experiences on this trip, but most importantly I regained my sense of gratitude. God is good!

While waiting for my entry into Machu Picchu I tried some grilled Alpaca as you can see in the left photo. It had a pretty good flavor, but it was a lot chewier than I expected. Then after Machu Picchu, I took the train back to Cusco. In Cusco is where I tried an Incan delicacy that is probably horrifying to some; Guinea Pig. It was actually way more tender than I expected with a delicious flavor. If I see it on the menu anywhere in America I would definitely order it again.

Up next is my adventure in the North of Peru, Huaraz. Huaraz is known for being an international climber mecca and it is home to Huascaran National Park. Huascaran is the tallest mountain in a tropical region in the whole world. Check back for Part 2 soon.

PERU Part 1: Lima, Cusco, and Machu Picchu

You Never Know if You Never Try

This next post is a raw copy and paste out of my journal with some notes in parentheses to add some context.

Well, I failed out of RTAC (pre-ranger course). We had our land nav (Land navigation test – compass, map, and protractor to find points out in the woods) retest today and we woke up at 2am to get ready and eat an MRE (Meal Ready to Eat) before we got on the bus. This day went better than the first and I had two points at a reasonable time in the morning but it took so long to get back to the other side of the course, that by the time I did I did not have time to get the other points.

I was praying the whole time that I would find my points and I was praying that I would pass and God delivered a few points to me right after I was done praying but I guess he has other plans. I was only able to find 2 out of the 5 points. We got back and did hygiene and I started to process that I will probably get dropped. That was a complete bummer. We packed up all our gear and I got offered RTLI (a pre-pre-ranger course designed for basic training students) and then to roll into the next ranger class. I turned that down. It would have put me all the way in September ranger class and I can’t wait that long.

I came to the conclusion that the time had kind of passed for me to put everything into ranger. Had I passed RTAC I wouldn’t have left ranger school until I got my tab, but I just don’t have the heart for the extended pre-ranger timeline at this point knowing I have other opportunities that I am excited about. A year ago I was much more physically ready not having come right out of JRTC (previous training I finished recently) and had nothing else going on and all I wanted to do was go to ranger. At this point, I have a final offer to be a border patrol agent that I’m excited about and is my full-time job opportunity. I am really disappointed in myself for not passing ranger school. However, at the end of the day, God has a plan and before I went to pre-ranger school I was contemplating even going once I got my border patrol offer. This made it clear to me what opportunity I should pursue and honestly I am in such a blessed position to have options that cause such a serious deliberation. So it’s on to the next.

I still can’t help but feel disappointed in myself for failing. I’ve never failed a land navigation course in my army career and this just happened to be the one that meant the most to me. It’s unfortunate, but that’s the way life shakes out sometimes. There is also a part of me that is upset and honestly embarrassed that I told so many people that they wouldn’t see me for months and that I would be gone at ranger school. My company commander, 1SG, battalion, and army peers will probably be disappointed. My family, including my retired ranger uncle, and friends who were praying and rooting for me will be sad for me and also probably a little disappointed as well. I’ll show up at the jiu-jitsu gym and people will ask why I’m back already and I’ll have to explain to all these people that I failed. It’s embarrassing and I was not looking forward to it. Honestly, I’m still not looking forward to that, but I’m getting to a healthier mentality with it. I got closer by thinking about a speech Teddy Roosevelt gave. It’s come to be known as “The Man in the Arena.”

“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.”

Yes, I have to deal with my failures and with those who might point them out, but at the end of it all, you never know if you never try. Like Roosevelt said if I’m going to fail I might as well fail while daring greatly. So yes I failed pre-ranger school and ultimately my shot at actual ranger school. It doesn’t mean I can’t dare again, but at this moment in time there are other opportunities for me to get in the arena and that is what I’ll do. Ranger school will still be there and I would like to go back, but at the very least I can hold my head up high knowing that I tried.

You Never Know if You Never Try

JRTC and on to the Next!

It’s been a minute since the last update. Since then I’ve been hard at work remodeling our kitchen and working on a motorcycle I bought back in early December. I should have done a better job of taking before and after pictures, but it’s a definite upgrade in functionality and in looks. Below is the only older picture I could find of it next to a shot of the new look. It’s still in progress so I didn’t give you the full look.

The motorcycle got some upgrades like a cellphone charger, LED headlights, and an awesome gear rack in the back. I got a couple of rides out of it, but unfortunately, since then I killed it. I think it’s a more involved engine problem so unfortunately, it’s a problem for future me.

This is a random side story but look at the two pictures below. They are both the same house two years apart. It’s a neighborhood on the rougher east side of Saginaw that I like to walk through from time to time just to get a different perspective. This last time I caught a picture of that house before the full force of Spring had taken over the whole house with ivy. It’s a pretty interesting thing to think about how we humans just came into nature to establish our own dwellings, and how once we are gone nature will take back over. It makes me think about what a city would look like if humans just disappeared.

Besides those projects I spent a fair amount of time on active duty orders preparing my army national guard unit for a bigger summer training at Fort Polk, Louisiana. We just recently finished our rotation at JRTC (Joint Readiness Training Center). I’m actually writing the majority of his post on the backend of the training down here.

JRTC is essentially a simulated combat situation. There is a “box” that you enter to start the simulation. In the box you wear all your gear, in addition, to essentially an industrial level laser tag system. Our whole Brigade was there which is approximately 3,000 soldiers give or take. On our level, it just meant that the timeline for getting missions and guidance took longer than it typically does. Overall, it was hot, there were all sorts of bugs, snakes, and spiders, and even scorpions. It wasn’t the most fun, but we did have a couple of good missions. One mission in particular we were the only company out of the entire Brigade to take a foothold in one of the villages there. I died on that mission, which isn’t unexpected because I actually died four times throughout the rotation. For the sake of the scenario, I just happened to be a very similar replacement! We spent 15 days total in the “box” and lots of lessons learned.

Toward the end of my time in the field, I had a pretty nasty rash on my leg that actually started to grow and swell pretty bad. I toughed it out to stay in the field with my platoon until the end of our time in the box. You can see in the picture above that it got roughly twice the size of the other leg. It wasn’t fluid or anything; just really swollen. After an ultrasound determined it wasn’t a blood clot they theorized it was probably some sort of bug/scorpion/snake bite reaction. I actually had to spend 3 nights in the medical bay confined to elevating my leg while watching movies, which wasn’t the worst thing haha! Eventually, I made it back to our company and helped them close out the last couple of tasks, though I, unfortunately, missed most of the packing up process. We had some leadership meetings and then waited for our day to get out of that miserable humid environment.

We had charted flights to and from Ft. Polk which was a nice experience not having to deal with airport security. Overall, this annual training was over a month long and I spent time at Camp Grayling, Fort Custer, and Fort Polk. One of the highlights was doing the Murph (a workout named after a fallen Soldier) with some of my men on Memorial Day at Fort Custer.

Now, for me, it’s off to Ranger school starting on July 9th. I am glad to have had the tough annual training experience just before to get me in the right mental state. Physically, I am not in as good of shape as I would like, but Ranger school is probably more of a mental battle than anything. I’m a little anxious, but very excited about the opportunity. Ranger school is a challenge that I have been trying to tackle for over a year now and COVID had ruined a couple of my chances, but at last, I’m on the right track. Anxiety-wise, Ranger school has been looming unfinished over my head for too long. That’s why I am so excited to finally get there and get it done. Regardless it will be a tough and grueling experience. Prayers while I am there would be greatly appreciated!

Hopefully, the next blog post will be from a Ranger. God bless!

JRTC and on to the Next!