Looky at you, flutterin them tall, salty blues.
Convincingly known as Salvador Dalí Desert. Easy to draw parallels between his surrealism and this patch of melted Neopolitan icecream.
Batten down the hatches when a Landy fangs by.
Bit much salt in the spaghetti water.
Just sorta drive towards the horizon for a long time and turn right whenever suits.
You want to hunt graboids, you better know geology. You drive, I'm going to keep my eye on this seismojigger thing.
In that whispy and engulfing landscape I discovered my purpose: lose at cards to Dutch people every day.
Nah no falafel, turn back.
Scree thaddaway, scree thissaway.
Two days of happy climbin filth. Approx 4hrs away from a shower beer. My ear glows when I'm nearing a roadhouse potato cake. 📷:@twelvedollarwineclassy
The chalk says crusher, the helmet says kickflips.
From stoked to terrified in seconds. Rinse, repeat.
Sure, I'll get into a derelict copper mine for the tour guide.
Round 1 of the altiplano vs Garmin calibration game. Was stoked we had no problems with altitude sickness.
Signature South Ameri trail outfit feat. pink @hokaoneone + a tye-dye shirt from a Palm Springs thrift store. Big cold morning at 4855m above sea level on the altiplano. Apparently this is where the wind comes to hang out.