Tag: Patagonia

the creepy task of letting other people know what to do with your lifeless body and meaningless things

I looked back at how far I had come, legs burning, back hurting, heart thumping and decided this would be my final resting place…someday. I glanced at the 45 minutes ahead of me, all uphill, giant boulders blocking my every step. “When I die,…

universe 3, tk 0

Okay, Universe, I would like to call a truce. Ever since I declared my formal departure date from work, it’s like you’ve been trying to prove a point. I get it. You are the universe. I am just a tiny, indistinguishable speck, lost somewhere…

19 things I learned in patagonia

It’s been exactly one week since my return from Patagonia. As unforgettable as this adventure was, it’s so sad how quickly life turns into memories, and those memories join all of the others in the crowded room upstairs, not knowing when, or if, they’ll…

I quit. how do you like that, universe?

It’s nearly impossible to go back to work after any long vacation, especially after one of the Patagonia variety. But this Monday was different. I sat down at my desk, powered up my computer and began the daunting task of wading through hundreds of…

felicidades, from the end of the world

“So you’re staying here for vísperas de Año Nuevo?” asked the wide-eyed young lady working at the Parque Nacional Tierra del Fuego information desk after she realized our requested dates to camp in the park sandwiched New Year’s Eve. Michelle and I looked at…

stolen loquaciousness

I talk. A lot. In 7th grade, I received a detention slip that simply read “loquacious” (I had to look that word up). And I tend to interrupt because I have so many questions and tend to get lost wondering about the missing details. But this…

patagonia bound

I walked into my local outdoor goods store this past week and simultaneously entered the panic room in my head, one that I haven’t found a way out of just yet. I’m the sort of person with a strange need to feel prepared for…

how my christmas lost its magic

Holidays are overrated and writing about overrated holidays is overdone. But what the heck happened, man? And I’m not trying to crush anyone’s Christmas spirit. I’ve just found myself in this situation… Christmas used to be magical! It meant Christmas cookies and Santa and flying…

beginning the new year from end of the world

Once Patagonia was thrown on the table for our winter trip, it became impossible to remove it. Even though it costs a million dollars to get there. Even though the car rental for two weeks is practically more than the flight. Even though I…

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