Ice, Ice, Baby

We´ve made it... We are now in Patagonia. In the winter. Yes, it´s very chilly... as in, 5 degrees below zero. In Celsius, though, which is around 25 degrees Fahrenheit. But 5 below sounds colder.

Our first excursion, upon arrival, was to visit none other than the Perito Moreno glacier... another one of those top-ten, don´t-miss-it spots in South America. And it´s true... you don´t want to miss it. Absolutely stunning... I´ll let the photos speak for themselves:

The pictures don´t do it justice... keep in mind that these towering ice spires are over 150 feet tall. And they occasionally came crashing down. Pretty cool.

Like father, like son... my beard´s just not grey yet. And my hat´s cooler.

After my previous run-in with Argentinian law enforcement, I was understandably hesitant to circumvent any more official barriers, especially ones with ¨Don´t Pass¨ written all over them...

But my old man is a rebel at heart, and nothing could hold him back (I guess that´s where I get it from).

Properly inspired by dear old dad´s example, I pushed the envelope even further... (gasp!). Somebody call the cops... this is getting out of hand.