To my (2-3) loyal readers: Pardon the blogging hiatus! For the past two weeks I have been traipsing around Patagonia--both the Chilean and Argentinian side of things--hiking, climbing, backpacking, and doing much hosteling (many interesting stories there, just ask). I say with absolute confidence that Torres del Paine National Park is the most beautiful patch of pristine wilderness I have ever seen, and I feel very fortunate to have witnessed it on foot. Hopefully 70-year-old me will refer fondly back to this post before going in for knee replacement surgery. Though I returned a little bruised, blistered and nearly down one toenail, I also came back with many memories and, of course, some pictures...take a look!
The crew, minus our faithful Eagle Scout (photographer).
Yes, this is real.
Valle del Francés.
Someone really should have told me buffs are meant for necks and not heads. (#nomirrors, #campingproblems)
Striking a pose by the lake.
Yes, this is also real.
Look at those clouds!
Quintessential Torres del Paine.
...And not 10 minutes later, it snows!
Sunrise hike.
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