Meet You At the Sugar Shack

Meet You At the Sugar Shack

U.S.A.

Oct 152010

Undisclosed location in the Green Mountains of Vermont.

It’s not often that you can live the (quote) Time of Your Life (unquote) and still realize it. But take 10 friends, 2 dalmatians and 1 sweet sugar shack (pun absolutely indeed) and both feats are easily accomplished.

Oh and whiskey. Copious and mountainous amounts of whiskey.

Don’t miss Part II of our Vermont adventures: Fuck Yeah, Cliff Diving!

“Come gather ’round people wherever you roam.”

The Sugar Shack. No electricity. No facilities. No cars within miles. Only way to get there is a two mile hike across a mountain with only whatever you can carry on your back (or granny cart, see evidence further below) in the deep private woods of Vermont. Continue reading »

A Rocky Beach in Maine

U.S.A.

May 292009

Whiskey on the rocks! Photographs from a rocky beach outside Seawall Campground at Acadia National Park.

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A Gluttony of Views: The Fitz Roy Hike

ARGENTINA

Nov 092008

Orientation: Not Borientation.

A few kilometers short of El Chalten, the bus stopped at the Visitors Center of Parque Nacional Los Glaciares where we met, perhaps, the nicest ranger in the world. Slim, toned, approaching late-middle-age but at the same time refusing to give into time in a way only park rangers and spirited mountain men can do, Octavio entered our bus and asked our permission to step out so he could tell us a bit more about the park and what we’ll find there. The locals remained inside while we tourists gladly obliged.
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Fitz Roy in Photographs

ARGENTINA

Nov 082008

Selections of Flickr photographs from the Lago de los Tres trail and the majestic Fitz Roy mountain, located in Parque Nacional Los Glaciares in Patagonia, Argentina.

Click on any photograph to comment or see a larger version on Flickr. All photographs by Tanveer Badal.

Fitz Roy, Patagonia

Desolation Chalten: The Cerro Torre Hike

ARGENTINA

Nov 072008

The Curious Frenchman

And in the morning, I felt fine. I had expected the Fitz Roy hike to leave me sore. But after the steak frites the night before, I slept hard and woke up ready for another adventure. I grabbed the last breakfast bars I had been surviving on (other than steak, of course), and sipped on a cup of coffee in the hostel’s dining area. The room was lit with sun and most of the wooden picnic-like tables were empty. Only a Frenchman who we’ve been crossing paths with here and there was scarfing down a plate of eggs and toast while flipping through Bruce Chatwin’s In Patagonia.

In a country where maté was king, the coffee had generally not been great. I had failed to develop a taste for the local morning beverage of choice, so I dealt with my American drug addiction. But the coffee at Rancho Grande was surprisingly good. Justin, who had been traveling a lot longer than me, later confirmed that it was the best coffee he had in Argentina. I was waiting for Kelly and the other two Americans, Alex and Allison, so we could embark on the Cerro Terre trail. But at the moment, I felt content to be enjoying the morning quiet with my hot beverage.

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