The ruins of the fort at Pisac.
These ruins were in pretty good shape.
This view looks up form the protective main gate. .
No mortar, no cracks, no iron tools. Hand carved with other stones.
This is the view back to the look out house on the hike up to the fort.
It looks like I'm near the edge overlooking the town of Pisac, just handing on, but I'm just climbing the irregular stairs.
Kimberly and me at the gate to the fort overlooking Pisac
I love this picture of Kimberly.
A view of the fort from the distant Guard House.
A slightly different view.
Those are the ruins of the watch house for the fort at Pisac.
Maybe the terraces were used for experimentation with crops.
You can see how big the terraces are. They were to help holdup the mountain more than to expand growing areas.
The cliffs near Pisac held hundreds, maybe thousands, of mummies.
This was about a thirty minute hike past the cemetery up to the fort at Pisac. It was our first day in the thin air and I chewed some coca leaves. It seemed to help in making the climbing feel easier.
Pisac was our introduction to Inka steps. They are all hand made, irregular and either carved into the rock, or made of large rock paver stones. Some a few inches, some as big as a "regular" step. It was here, looking down from the heights of the fort that this whole "life is a game of inches" thing kept popping into my head.
The Inka were not big on hand rails or safety features. An inch here or there and you could be flying down the mountain.