Getting to know Huaraz + the Santa Cruz Trek

Back in the mountains. And it feels good. Home base for the next few weeks was sitting pretty at 3,052m, sandwiched between two national parks and surrounded by glacier capped peaks, visible on clear days.

We arrived in Huaraz with intentions of spending the first few days acclimatizing with some mellow day hikes to nearby lagunas and planning out the various multi day adventures we had our sights set on. Instead we quickly met two friendly climbers who had us out at the nearby climbing area of Los Olivos the first day, and off to a climbing festival the next.

We had booked into a “climbers” hostel that had its own bouldering wall (when not under repair, we’ll let you know if that ever happens) and it instantly proved to be the right choice. Our first morning we dusted off the climbing gear and headed over to some rock walls on the outer edges of the town called Los Olivos. Ended up being far better than any other inner city climbing we’ve found so far and better yet, on the walk back we found set menu lunch for 4.00 soles (at the current CAD exchange rate that converts to……free).

Heading up to the walls at Los Olivos, a short ride or walk from central Huaraz
Aji de Gallina, chicken in a creamy, nutty, spicy sauce.

We were up early the next morning and on a public collectivo off to a rock climbing festival a few hours away at a relatively new climbing area called Inqa Wanqanqa. We arrived in its early stages and since we had only found out about the night before we didn’t plan on staying for the entire weekend. Would definitely have been a stellar time camping out and climbing all weekend with local and travelling climbers alike. Either way we got in a pretty sweet day of climbing with the crew who invited us.

The first few campers setting up shop for the weekend and the walls of Inqa Waqanqa looming over head
Taking a shot at one of the newer routes


Climbing crew representing three continents
Inqa Waqanqa climbing

Once back in Huaraz we got to planning our first trek, the 4 day Santa Cruz trek, one of several bigger trips we had on our mind for this area. We burned a few days picking up supplies and hashing out a rough plan to do the trek in reverse direction to what most people do, and in a day shorter so that we could tack on the Laguna 69 day hike and avoid having to make the commute back out to this area and do it another time.

Sunset from near our hostel

Our trek started off tremendously as one of us received a lovely surprise on the walk over to catch our first collectivo on the way to the trail head in Cashapampa.

A little frazzled to say the least

Neither of us majored in animal fecal matter but based on the size and smell I’d say this was a small flying dog. They say this is a sign of good luck, but I’m calling BS because if that were the case then a bunch of people would just sit in the park covered in birdseed and then go win Lotto 649.

I digress, we eventually made it to the trailhead and we were off. Headed up a valley towards blue lakes, rugged terrain and big peaks.

It begins
Starting out, no snowy peaks in sight yet
Gradually making our way up the narrow valley
“Come here often?”

The direction we chose started at 2,900m, would peak at 4,750m at the Punta Union pass on day 2 and finish at 3,700m in the town of Vaqueria, which is why most people choose to hike it in the other direction. But getting to walk with glaciated peaks on all sides for 2 days made the extra vertical worth it. We made it well past the first designated camp site on our first day and called the edge of Laguna Jatuncocha home.

Walking the shore of Laguna Jatuncocha
See ya tomorrow Mr. Sun
Excited to be done the first day

Our second day was ambitious, we wanted to fit in a side trek from the main valley up to the base camp of Alpamayo, critically acclaimed to be a very mountainy looking mountain. It was indeed quite mountainesque.

Starting out on day 2, our side trip up the valley to the left and our end goal further up this valley, out of sight
Trail to the Alpamayo base camp
Roxy appreciating the mountainy looking mountain
The reward for our little side trip, this view and a few bottles of glacier fresh agua
Bonus trivia: Mount Artesonraju, this is the peak used in the Paramount films logo
Betty Crocker in the kitchen. We thought we ate pretty well and it averaged out to under $5 CAD per day for both of us

After finishing our bonus jaunt from 3,940m up to 4,425m and back down we still had the days’ miles ahead of us. We wanted to try and reach the pass and camp on the other side but our legs weren’t on the same page. We got up above the second camp filled with the tents and mules from the guided parties and continued as far as we could but it was well short of being on the other side of the pass. The evenings were frigid but each night grey clouds cleared off in time for a fiery sunset.

Mount Tawllirahu in the background, got to fall asleep listening to its glacier shift and crack
Thumbs up for sunsets, or quinoa dinners, who knows with her

For day three, we wanted to climb the pass and either make it out to Vaqueria in time to catch a ride or camp nearby and make the trip to the Laguna 69 trailhead in the morning.

Camping a few hundred meters below the pass
Breakfast slop
Gettin’ there, slowly but surely
Come along ways, first night was spent at that laguna. Our side trip on day 2 took us up to the base of Mount Alpamayo on the right
Punta Union pass
Throw it up for Mount Tawllirahu
Because how will anyone know it really happened if you don’t have a selfie

After gaining Punta Union pass, pausing for obligatory photos and craning our necks to take in Mount Taulliraju, we enjoyed 14km of downhill trail past lakes and green valley floor towards our destination. We made great time so we decided to push for Vaqueria, hopefully making it there in time to catch the last collectivo towards Yungay which left at 2:00pm, or 1:30pm, or 1pm, or 3:30pm depending on who you talked to. This is where our day got interesting. We were on track to reach town by 2pm until we learned that the final kilometer was actually a pure uphill grind that left both of us in less than joyous moods. When we arrived at 2:30 we learned the last ride out was closer to noon. The one collectivo driver in the 5 house town wasn’t leaving until he had a full van the next day, unless we wanted to pay 150 soles for a private ride. Being cheap and grumpy we decided to sit on the ground in front of some friendly woman’s tienda and have a beer while contemplating her offer of a cheap room to stay in and a wake up call for the first bus out of town… 3 or 4 in the morning the next day. She was also kind enough to frantically usher us inside her shop when a group of men started walking down the road in our direction. We instantly assumed this was some sort of scene from a western film and there was gonna be a shootout. Nope, just 4 guys holding on dearly to ropes attached to an ornery bull as they tried to drag it through town while avoiding its attempts to send them flying.

Looking down the other side of the pass and our route for the day
Passing a mule train as we start our day of descent
Easy going heading down the valley towards Vaqueira

Entertainment aside, we were just about to abandon hope of making the Laguna 69 trail that evening when we heard the rumble of a big vehicle coming up the hill. The locals indicated it was a bus and we might be in luck so we hopped up ready to flag it down. Not exactly a bus but still the driver of a bouncing dump truck saw our flailing arms and pulled over and after a brief and I’m sure confusing explanation of where we wanted to be dropped off, he helped us climb up inside. Riding in a dump truck through Peru was fun in its own sense, but the road we would tackle for the next hour and a half easily earned top spot as the coolest and scariest road I’ve ever seen. Winding, bumpy, single lane dirt road up to a pass I don’t know the name of at 4,720m, then reaching the other side only to be greeted by the biggest peak in Peru and some of his epic looking pals, before descending a road consisting solely of switchbacks to Laguna de Llanganuco at roughly 3,860m. Neither of us blinked for the entire ride, nothing like sitting high above the road and bouncing around hairpin turns or better yet, gazing over the edge as the driver 3-point turned his way around the corners too tight for his rig to navigate (every time I swore his front wheels were going to go over).

Nothing a dump truck can’t handle with a few nerve wracking 3-point turns apparently
Coming over the pass and being blown away by Peru’s tallest peak. Huascarán North and South, 6,768m
Our saviour, riding off into the sunset

As long winded of a story about a ride in a big truck as that was, we did eventually get dropped off where we wanted, set up camp in the dark and woke up at the starting point for the very popular Laguna 69 day hike.

We were able to be on the trail hours before any of the groups commuting from Huaraz, but we still tried to keep a good pace in order to be sure we had the laguna to ourselves for a bit before the crowds began to trickle in. We made the most of this and jumped at the opportunity for a quick swim. When you’re covered in a few days worth of grime and sweat, the cold is much less of an issue.

Incredible views on the way up to Laguna 69, if only that glacier wasn’t still so far away
Just when you start to think you’re getting to a significant elevation there is always a cow to remind you that you’ve got a long ways to go. An all to common site for us
Finally laying eyes on the prize, Laguna 69 underneath Mount Chacraraju
A couple gringos trying to show a glacier what white really looks like
Refreshed, slightly cleaner, and all smiles. A few hours of downhill and we can call it a wrap

The good luck continued after the hike and we were almost immediately able to hail a ride from Peru’s most cautious driver back to Huaraz. It took over 3 hours instead of 2.5 but we made it and learned all about how much this guy loves food and every good Peruvian dish. Bit of history to wrap things up, we also learned about the 1970 earthquake that happened off the coast of Peru which caused massive avalanches and icefall to release from Mount Huascaran. The enormous mass picked up glacial deposits and gained size, reaching speeds over 210km/h and eventually buried the entire town of Yungay under 60m of rock and debris, leaving only a score of survivors.

Looking back towards Huascarán from the road to Yungay. That’s a heck of a long way for a wall of ice, snow and rock to travel in only a few minutes

Crazy eh? Back in Huaraz we properly bathed 4 days of sweat and dirt off us (seconds flailing around a glacial lake can only clean so much), cooked up massive recovery meals and began laying out plans for a 4 day climbing getaway to the rock forest of Hatun Machay.
Next post, I promise I won’t spend half the time recapping our ride there or delivering a history lecture.

¡Adios chicos!


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