For 4 days and 3 nights, I hauled a 30 lb backpack around the Andes Mountains on my way to Macchu Picchu. I slept on the hard ground in a tent and woke each morning before the sun rose. I didn’t shower. I went to the bathroom in stalls that were more disgusting than the porter potties at the Indy 500. My knees ached from the constant pounding on stone steps, and I had to endure rain more than once. But.
It was one of the greatest experiences of my life.