On the third day of our hike along the Inca Trail, having ascended over 12,000 feet above sea level, we arrived in the Andean high jungle in the midst of a cloud forest. That night we set camp at Phuyu Patamarca (literally village in the clouds.) It was like out of a dream.

Speaking of dreams…every night during this trip, without fail, I’ve dreamt about someone from my past: old elementary school friends; distant high school acquaintances; people I haven’t seen or thought of in years; people I’ve loved once; people I buried in the fog of memories long ago.

Completely bizarre.