Aaron the Ax-Wielder. He's really become manly on this trip.
The view from the aforementioned climbing of the "mesa," or as I like to call it, Big Rocky. There is our cabin we stayed at (the one across the road in the middle of the screen).
While some may mistake this for the finger of God writing on the walls, this is actually my finger pointing to where we escalated ourselves.
Hector's weekend cabin that he let us stay in. What a bro. Seriously.
Band name: Dudes In Fields. Album name: Sunhead.
This man was legit. We felt weird getting out of the car to take his picture, but we knew we'd want it later.
The Man (Hector), and his father. One of the legitimately nicest guys I've met, and he really didn't have a big reason to be nice to us.
Border crossings are meant for easy access, not governmental overseeing.
3 hours of the open bumpy road, wondering if we are in Argentina or not.
A camping spot, where we bought gas so that we wouldn't die in the middle of Chile or Argentina, wherever we were.
This is what a cake would look like if it looked like this.
Monte Fitz Roy, soon to be elaborated and enamored upon.
This guy is a backpacker! Just look how cool he is!
Glacier, or for simple folk not looking for big words, "cold stuff".
We slipped into Narnia for a tad. That evil witch.
One Man. One Life. And. Stuff..
Sometimes I get angry and throw rocks at pretties.
But he plays baseball.
As the French would say, "Very nice!" Monte Fitz Roy, again.
Trudging for 8 hours a day can be fun, but you're also very ready to set up camp.
Hans pretending he was Alexander the Great, again.
This was after we set up camp, and Josh and Logan had walked here, and then back to camp before the sun set completely, so we decided to punish them by taking a picture of ourselves and posting it on the blog without them.
We went to Africa for a day.
The sunrise at Monte Fitz Roy. I feel like Hans posted this already. Enjoy doubly!
One sweet glacier we saw. Aaron was there, as you can see.
4 of us didn't get the sunglasses memo.
Sometimes, we eat really good. Sometimes we really don't, but sometimes we eat good.
One of the most popular glaciers ever.
We have formed small gangs here.
They usually don't intimidate.
That glacier again. They aren't near as cold as we are. That's not true. We have consciences.
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