We found a natural cave for a needed tuna lunch, and then eased our way west and then south down the valley to the hills above Laguna Tinta Cocha, our second campsite. After traversing a cow path high above the lake, we descended to the south end and found a màs o menos flat spot for the tent. It was spaghetti and pesto night (thanks to Zeke making a run to the luxurious Supermaxi supermarket), and we were ready to wolf it down. After good food and good conversation, a rare sunset found our valley and we watched the light play with the clouds and the mountaintops for a bit before retiring to the shelter of the tent. I believe it couldn't have been later than 8pm when I passed out, not to rise until just before 7am the next day. There's something instinctual about getting into rhythm with the sun, and I dig it.