Andre always wanted to drive to South America. I didn't get it. Why not sail, I thought, wind is cheaper than gas.
Geoff always talked about hiking. I didn't get it. Why not canoe, I thought, and have the water carry your gear.
Now I get it.
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| Even from the bus window we could tell that we were going to a special place. |
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| I carried all my stuff with me: tent, sleeping bag, dry clothes, and food... |
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... and took selfies each time I stopped for breakfast on the trail.
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Most paths went through forests...
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| ... with some bridges.... |
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| and some ladders. |
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| ... with glaciers peeking through the crevices... |
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| ... and hills peeking through the trees. |
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| The path was marked by inuksuks... |
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| ... and went past waterfalls. |
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| I took close ups of glaciers, |
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| the rocks at the bottom of the Torres, |
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| of the flora, |
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| and the fauna. |
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| And at the end of each day I flung my arms wide and was just happy to be here. |
