Staying stylish. Mount Elbert, Maroon Bells, Snowmass, Pyramid, and other hikes in the company of baby mountain goats.
Of the many backpack trips I've done, White Goat is probably the star of them all for its alpine lakes and solitude. You want Canadian Rockies wilderness? This is it.
Frida Kahlo said she'd rather sell tortillas than be around bitches of Paris. It inspired me to assign an appellation to my own inner and outer travel project this year: FridaTrail. It started in Mexico City (where else?).
Iztaccíhuatl, the 3rd highest peak in Mexico, is called "White Woman" because its overlapping cones resemble a woman lying on her back. This is my trip report of our summit attempt.
After leaving El Chaltén we headed to the commercial town of El Calafate where we now, to our delight, had a spacious room with a king-size bed courtesy of our travel agent's recommendation (Agent: Swoop Patagonia, Hotel Kosten Aike). Because we hadn't been able to get up close to any of the glaciers we hiked... Continue Reading →