On the Road in Patagonia

Light fills the sky at early hours and is abundant throughout the day. The air is fresh and slightly wet, a chill remains after the evening rain. The great Rio Baker flows beside our camp, it’s current swift and swirling in various directions, it’s power almost tangible even as it moves silently along. It is vast, it’s color is unfathomable, a greenish hue that does not seem real. Clouds descend from the heavens, no longer heavy with rain and instead form a light mist that hovers just above the surface of the water and weaves it’s way among the surrounding peaks.


I fight the chilly bite of the morning air; we work together in this, she and I- her body works to produce heat, my down filling provides insulation; we’re a good team. It’s damp but we are warm. We pack up camp, shaking the sopping wet rainfly, tucking the damp tent into it’s bag. All the while the river flows beside us, moving forth an entire world beneath it’s surface. Dry bags are stuffed into backpacks. Dogs are fed piles of kibble on opposite sides of a calafate bush that is overflowing with not-quite-yet-ripened berries. As she finishes her pile of food, Curi Cuyen trots down to the edge of the river and laps up the glacial runoff.


We shoulder the heavy packs, the belt strap grips my lower half, the back brace and shoulder straps hug the rest of me. And then, we walk.

The morning is quiet, this place is quiet, we are all quiet.


We arrive at a small shelter; the packs are dropped, I feel liberated. She stretches and I stretch with her, the cool air again wrapping itself fully around me. A pick-up truck speeds by along the narrow dirt road, her thumb is out but it doesn’t convince him and the truck continues on. The thumb is dropped, and we wait.


Oh but what a place to wait. Mountains beckon our gaze in all directions. The Rio Baker continues to flow. Hanging glaciers are wedged between mountain summits, resulting in more waterfalls than can possibly be counted. I’m fit to burst with a desire to celebrate this place, with a desire to leap and bound and yell with glee. Yesterday she was nearly brought to tears as we rode across the bumpy, dusty road. This place moves me as well.


The name of this land, of this place whose mountains and air, skies and rivers I’m currently getting to know so well- the name of it sits silently on my upper left panel, and just beneath it sits her heart, beating with a similar rush of excitement that I’m feeling.

Patagonia. We’ve finally arrived.



These Things We Carry With Us


Hacia el Sur!/ Heading South!

What began as a slow evolving dream has come together in quick succession these past few days. With the swiftness of time we are in motion all at once, following the Carretera Austral south through Patagonia. Our mode of travel at the moment is by foot and hitch hiking. The simplicity of to road embraces us constantly. We carry with us all we need and gather the rest along the way- including our horses and route information. As we move south hitching rides and having countless conversations with fellow travelers and locals alike, we are constantly filled with gratitude for the kindness of strangers.

Lo que empezó como un sueño se a unida en una rápida sucesión en los últimos días, con la rapidez del tiempo estamos en movimiento, siguiendo la carretera Austral hacia el sur a travesando la Patagonia. Por el momento nos movemos a dedo o pie, cargando todo lo que necesitamos y recogiendo el resto por el camino como los caballos e información a medida que viajamos y conocemos infinidad de personajes, constantemente nos llenamos de gratitud por la bondad de desconocidos.


Dusty roads and drizzly campsites; glistening lakes and rivers in hues of blues beyond imagination; mountains and glaciers so grand they steal the breath from our lungs- this is Patagonia. The stories are piling up already, but patience is essential as we prioritize the present and embrace each moment as it unfolds before us. So, until we have a little more time to write and share these stories, we’ll leave the photos to tell the stories themselves.

Caminos polvorientos y campings mojados; relucientes lagos y ríos en tonos de azules más allá de la imaginación; montañas y glaciares tan grandes que te roban el aliento – así es la Patagonia. Los cuentos ya se están amontonando, pero consideramos que la paciencia es esencial ya que priorizamos el presente y abrazaos cada momento a medida que se van desarrollando. Así que hasta que tengamos un pelo mas de tiempo para escribirlas, dejamos que las fotos hablen por si solas!

“As you simplify your life, the laws of the universe will be simpler; solitude will not be solitude, poverty will not be poverty, nor weakness weakness.”- Henry David Thoreau

” Cuando simplificas tu vida, las leyes del universo serán más simples , la soledad no será soledad , la pobreza no será la pobreza , ni debilidad debilidad. ” – Henry David Thoreau