Two days ago we left from our capital city to the town where we would fly to our starting point. We began to practice hiking up to some altitude, but the heat made it miserable. Not my favorite journey and not the best attitude, I must say. Thankfully a great opportunity for team building. Today, we reached the small airport, dropped off a pile of bags, and waited atop the airport to watch several small planes take off, hoping the winds would stay calm enough for us to fly, too. Every 30-40 minutes another little plane took off or returned. Finally, it was our turn.
It was the tiniest plane I had ever been in. No luxury here--except huge handfuls of candy for the kids. Just canvas seats barely padded to break some of the jostling as you bump along the ground. We flew into some of the most incredible mountain sights you've ever seen, wings appearing to be only inches (in reality, feet, I hope) from jagged snowy peaks, all signs of life having disappeared under a blanket of snow and ice. Minutes later we landed in the town with its own little mountain charm. We'll spend two nights here if we all adjust to the altitude okay. 
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