“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 Re...

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 unlea...

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 stor...

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

And I don’t mean figurative rain. I mean actual rain. The kind that won’t stop. The kind that seeps into your bones and socks and brain a...

We have made the push over our first two passes that exceed 16,000 ft. The first was a serious struggle, most of which I blame on my throw...

Due to lack of internet this post is five days late. We had no idea what was ahead of us. Not knowing that our last shot at WiFi would be...

Due to a lack of internet this post is over a week old. Riding a fully loaded mountain bike uphill on the Carretera Central in the middl...

“Two days out and the imposter syndrome is real. The packing isn‘t done, and I still don’t have any underwear....” I wrote that 24 hours ...