Mate gourds circle interchangeably with instruments. Rhythm the unifying language, as words sung in strange tongues, remind us that meaning matters less than the feeling with which we speak. #refugiorefrains #patagoniadreams #quitiquitsquared (at San Carlos De Bariloche)
Four years ago, after a week spent exploring this cirque with @ropeandsummit and Blake Herrington, I hiked away from the friendly warmth of the Frey Refugio, hopeful I would one day find the path back. Arrived on Argentine soil today, dos dias and counting til we’re back in these mountains! @sierraquitiquit @alexquitiquit
Tracing a trail back to these mountains tonight in the good company of @sierraquitiquit + @alexquitiquit in hot pursuit of some shoulder season shenanigans.
Sawtooth Slumberjam IX || If only we had bacon, we could have bacon and eggs, if we had eggs.
Sawtooth Slumberjam VIII || Glass, dark blue like the top of the windshield in the old van, perfect like it too in the chaos with which it shattered, melting a return to stillness.
Sawtooth Slumberjam VII || Catch us if you can Peter Pan
Sawtooth Slumberjam VI || Working for tips
Sawtooth Slumberjam V || Orion cartwheels past, other celestial bodies pause to admire, and with luck, we too rest on edge.
Sawtooth Slumberjam IV || Chasing reflections
Sawtooth Slumberjam III || Dangerously close to singing Kumbaya