Puerto Natales and Punta Arenas, Chile, January 20-27
Moving Five Bodies 8,200 Kilometers As I was saying in my last post - with much fanfare, we got to the Cancun airport at 3pm and began our flights, first to Lima, then to Santiago, and finally to Puerto Natales, Chile. First flight, landed at 10pm in Lima; so lucky, as we walked through the big international terminal, we eavesdropped on many conversations in English (“hiking here is so incredible, I mean, I am from Colorado, I can hike all the time, but here, the energy is just so amazing.”) and the first big bar we walked by was playing the last 5 minutes of the 49er-Green Bay playoff game. My family will know that I have I am a closeted-emotional 49er fan – I cannot help that: (a) the game was always the TV in our house during the Montana-Rice-Young years and (b) that watching those games and driving along Mission Street, whopping it up after Super Bowl wins, during my formative years would indelibly ingrain that red and gold into my psychology, even as I cringe and...