| El Cajas is a powerful energy spot according to the citizens of neighboring Cuenca. Tales of UFOs, OVNIs, and other unexplainabilities abound. It is bitter cold and wild, with hardened, exotic cactus vegetation, pygmy forests, and thick altiplano grasses. Billions of rabits, free roaming alpaca herds, and skittish birds that fill the wet air with their haunting calls during the cold, dark nights. Thick fog, neblina, perpetually shrouds its rocky crags, seductively kissing its hundreds of icy lagunas, sinking with the cascades from one laguna to the next, rolling through its valleys like a moist, silk fantasma, eventually pouring itself into the colonial Cuenca below. For this, many of our pictures are dark, shrouded, and not suitable for collecting dust on coffee tables in warm living rooms worlds away. But this is the real Cajas, and these pictures are a true depiction. Bundle up and enjoy! | |
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Our campsite, perched high above a laguna, nestled by a pygmy forest hugging the massive rocky crag to our flank. |
 Our campsite from a different angle, better view of the laguna far below. | |
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One of the billions of razor sharp cacti that fight for space among the thick altiplano grasses, under which tangles an infinite network of burrows and rabbit trails. |
| Again, our camp, guarded by one very formidable BA. |  |
 Obscured by the neblina, these two waterfalls fairly represent the hundreds of cascades connecting the hundreds of lagoons around each corner, in every hidden valley. | |
Brian contemplating the meaning of life...I had to talk him down...it was a close one. |
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A wide valley cloaked in the frigid, mysterious neblina. The bluish light is from a nave madre...we wish... |
 One of the many icy black lagunas. | |
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An exotic specie of hearty, starburst vegetation. |
A looming mountain of rock, shrouded by neblina. |
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Two lagunas, of hundreds. |