Between being completely freezing and laying on the rock-hard ground I didn’t get much sleep. Somehow the wet clothes I set out in my tent managed to get even more wet over the course of the evening as well. This made me very reticent to leave my tent even though I couldn’t sleep and was terribly uncomfortable. The upshot was the moon setting over the mountains was also gorgeous. And an even bigger win, one of my companions managed to scrounge up some coffee from some of the better provisioned folks about. That got me moving and we took a walk through the ruins and shot some photos of the sun coming up. We didn’t linger for long, though, and broke down the hike to begin the walk back. The return journey was much easier. Downhill obviously. We got more sketchy lunch in the ghost-town at the trail head and then headed back to the car. The best part was that the road was in much better shape today and we didn’t have to get out of the car constantly to make repairs before we could pass. We made a stop in Huaral where we ended up sitting in a little bodega drinking beer. After that it was just the long road back to Lima.