We took two days to cross Paso San Francisco the third border crossing between Argentina and Chile from the north, coming south. It was the third highest of the passes at 15,505 ft...
The gate to the car parking zone campground opened promptly at eight and we rolled out into San Pedro de Atacama one final time. We had had fleeting conversations with the Argentines and the...
There's a legend in my mom’s household that my grandmother, an Italian opera singer of some fame at first of the twentieth century, crossed the Andes on a mule. Really it’s a real...