Sadness and Sisterhood

Dara and I were 8500 feet up in the Andes when I got the call about my best friend; the elation of being on the Inca trail shattered in a few words through crackly phone reception; ‘car crash’ and ‘died.’

My initial reaction of shock and total disbelief quickly turned to a kind of numb, blind stubbornness and a staunch refusal to turn back. We had 3 days…