One morning years ago, Kathy and I stood on a precipice within the ancient site of Machu Picchu. it was early morning, just before the sun would rise. A slight breeze blew Kathy’s hair back. The heavy mist, seemingly alive, brushed by us effortlessly as it filled every nook and cranny before rising away and onward.

Knowing so many of our friends and family would never have this opportunity, we filmed the surrealistic panorama. Guided by the breezes, mist moved in a ghostly dance ahead of sunrise. This happens frequently in the Andes. It is so magnificent and magical. Our camera was brought out and we shot this footage for all of you.

We hope you enjoy this one. It always brings back such treasured memories of a time we witnessed the realm of spirit kissing the face of reality.