“How is it out there?”, Megan yelled. The long silence after her first waking words made me realize that she was talking to me and not...

The climb out of Arequipa was long and hot. Until it wasn’t. The now familiar storm clouds caught up with us around 12,000 feet and...

Three days of sweaty uphill bike pushing, one night in a llama shed, three 15,000 ft passes, four days of very little food, one hail...

The mood changed with the decline in elevation; it was fast. From Bettys’ home to Laraos we saw ecosystems change from high alpine to...