We spent part of this last winter climbing mountains in the Andes. We summited 10 mountains from Salta to Mendoza in Argentina. An unnamed (at least on our maps) peak at ~13,301 feet (4054 m), within hiking distance from the town of San Antonio de Los Cobres. San Jeronimo 16,240 ft (4987 m). Volcán Tuzgle, 17,999 ft (5486 m). Cerro Negro S.A.L.C., 16,632 ft (4987 m). Cerro Mácon, 18,176 ft (5440 m). Llullaillaco, 22,152 ft (6752 m). Volcán Antofalla, 21,027 ft (6409 m). Aconcagua, 22,841 ft (6962 m). Coqueña 13,238 feet (4035 m). And Pastos Largos 13,517 feet (4120 m). We also made an attempt on Ojos de Salado 22,615 (6879 m), the highest volcano in the world.
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My body was tired; I could feel it wearing down. I thought I could squeeze out a few more kilometers, and so I tried, but really, things were shutting down and I knew it. You can only embrace so much exhaustion, so much cold, so much seeming rushing, before the body just stops abruptly.
Read MoreWe made the pass, 5003 meters (16,414 ft), snapped a quick photo and raced down the other side. The road was steep, and the sand deeper. My bike wobbled, having a hard time picking a line in the deep sand. I dropped it coming to a stop. The wind gusting every which way.
Read MoreThese places were places long before this now abandoned rail line was here. Old cairns mark these roads, not always right where the road is now, but these are old routes, surrounding long-used water sources, with a string of old dwellings, large rock ovens, and larger short rock wall delineated areas that perhaps were once used for agriculture. I’ve had so many questions as we’ve rolled through this area. How old are all these ruins? How many people once lived here? What did they grow? Did the area used to be wetter? Were there more trees? So many possible stories.
Read MoreI had this overwhelming feeling like I was home. The desert familiar, the mountains in the distance calling to me.
Read MoreI can feel my mind drifting there, into that space, where I meld into the mountains and breathe as one with the desert. That space where my heart quickens, thumping in unison with the rhythm of landscape.
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