

McDonald Lake at Glacier National Park, MT.
A mountain goat chillin' in the summer sun, Going to the Sun Road, Glacier, National Park.
Earthquake lake near Sandpoint, ID.
My wicked BMW R1200GS loaded and ready for mountain assault.
This is a Toyota truck with a Hilux 3.0 Turbo Diesel, a sweet vehicle we cannot purchase in the U.S., unfortunately. I would buy one of these in a second, if they were available here. This one is complete with snorkel and PIAAs. Dope.
The Defender appeared to be the local favorite. I saw more Defenders in El Calafate than I'd ever seen in one spot. I spent a day rolling around the nearby estancias, near Lago Roca with a fishing guide in a Defender. We were throwing a rooster tail at 90mph on gravel roads and corner on rails in his ride ... I am glad to be alive. I think he was just trying to make up for the crappy fishing :)
I thought Kermit and the muppets were going to tumble out of this rig -- some sort of vintage Mercedes conversion bus -- ready to roll Ruta 40 to Bolivia.
Annie, snacking on yet another empanada. We could've survived on empanadas alone; they're about a buck each, fresh and hot, filled with chicken, lamb beef, etc. Yum.
Annie, me, Kat and Steve at the Libro bar. We spent five or six days on the trail in Torres del Paine, Chile, with Kat and Steve. Great folks from West Yorkshire, UK, near where my uncle Michael and Aunt Catherine live. Hopefully, they'll come visit us in Colorado soon.
Roasting lambs at the Estilo Campo Parilla. All you can eat lamb, beef and chicken for $10. You cannot beat it. Throw in a bottle of the local vino tinto, and you're good to go for about $25 for two.
In this image, Annie is hiking down the valley to the Cerro Torre glacier, where we did a trek on the ice with crampons. We hiked about 3.5 steep hours and crossed one river via Tyrolean traverse and balanced on boulders to cross another, before arriving at the glacier. It was a 12 hour day, followed by about 12 cold cervezas.
This is the legendary Torres del Paine, the Towers of Paine, and the namesake of the Chilean national park. While the towers are impressive, I've always found the Cuernos del Paine, much more dramatic peaks, with their starkly constrasting black and white granite.
Anyhow, we left camp in darkness, rain and snow at 4:30 am for the opportunity to see the light show on the Torres, however they were being camera shy. This is one of the clearest shots I was able to capture on that morning. It was an amazing moment as we stood for an hour in horizontal snow, hoping for the summit to clear. The entire valley was aglow with red and orange.