While visiting Machu Picchu, a small group of us decided to explore the trail to the Inca Bridge. This little excursion entailed walking along a rather narrow trail on the edge of a mountain, often with nothing but some foliage separating us from imminent death off the face of a cliff. Good thing we’re daredevils. We even had to sign in and out at a checkpoint to ensure that, indeed, everyone who embarked on the trail made the return trip. I guess not everyone makes it back. All the risk was undoubtedly worth it; the views were breathtaking and awe-inspiring, and knowing that I walked the same path as the ancient Incas before me was quite exhilarating. It was enough to make me forget about my fear of heights.