Stolen: Beloved Asolos. So Low!

Katrina loved her Asolos. I’m not talking about the temporary, fleeting kind of love I’ve heard her express for a new pair of heels, or TOMS, or comfy moccasins. I’m talking about a love built on trust, a friendship almost, hardened over numberless hours on the trail — through rocks, rivers, mud, and ice. And someone stole them. In the middle …

From El Chaltén …

El Chaltén is a small mountain town that seems to exist only as base camp for hikers. It has the feel of a frontier town and is a good place to fuel up on grilled lamb and steak before heading back into the mountains. Katrina and I spent a few nights in El Chaltén and …

Cueva de los Manos

Twelve hours by bus. Then an hour by truck through an unpopulated expanse of high dessert. Hike down a steep canyon, hike up a steep canyon. Then — and this is the culmination — we find ourselves staring at hundreds of handprints stenciled on rock. This was Katrina’s idea … and, actually, it was awesome. …