I never expected the blue. Living in a land where ice comes in shades of white and off-gray, the brilliant blues and violets of Glacier Grey were startling, invigorating, in the heart of Patagonia.
At the edge of Lago Grey in Torres Del Paine National Park, Chile, the vastness of the landscape is highlighted by the size of hikers passing massive icebergs.
At Dos De Enero Ranch along the boundary of Torres Del Paine National Park in Chile, I witnessed the last moments of the fiery spirit of this wild stallion.
After 14,000 miles and more logged on planes, buses, taxis, and vans, I’m pooped out. Patagonia was all I expected and more: I’d hike there again in a heartbeat.
Serendipity touched my sendoff to Patagonia. In the lobby, Tim Cahill was also waiting for his adventure, and I listened to his advice on Patagonia over coffee.
Our trip to Pomaire was unexpectedly redirected to a walking tour in Santiago in the historic district of Santa Lucia, followed by unplanned shopping stops