Musings on Travel and Life
This is the next post in a long trip in South America. For the previous post, click here. For the first post in the series, click here. I’ve rested in Puerto Natales for a week, reading and writing and chilling in a hostel. Now I’m recovered enough to hike again. But I’m not going back …
Six years ago, my friend died mountaineering. A person I’d shared food and hugs and life with was gone. I’ve been reflecting, in the weeks since the anniversary. I see the mountains we hiked and the cliffs we climbed, but the images are faded, like old photos weathered by sun. I hear some of …
Six years ago yesterday, a close friend of mine died mountaineering. I started writing to process this, and it’s one of the things that helped me heal. A few months after the death, I wrote a piece called Mountains Aren’t Spiritual, reflecting on here death. Here were the original words: For the first time, someone …
This post is part of a series about a long trip in South America. For the first post in the series, click here. In the morning I walk into Villa Tehuelches. I stop at the last grocery store for 140 kilometers. Well, sort of a grocery store. It’s mostly gas-station food. I scan the shelves, …
This is the next entry in a series about my trip in Chile. For the first entry in the series, click here. Otherwise, read on: I’m 25 kilometers into the day, and more tired than I should be. There’s a futility in waking up by the side of the road in a Gortex coffin, in …