Two lone hikers heading for the summit of Tent Ridge in Kananaskis Country, dwarfed by the stunning rock massif in the background. This was snapped shortly after a heavy snow fall in the Rockies back in early October. Only a few weeks later we were back rock climbing in t-shirts for a good couple of weeks before temperatures dropped rapidly again. #explorealberta
The hospitality of people around the world never stops to amaze me. How some people simply can be so full of goodwill towards someone that starts off as more or less a complete stranger. In Lima I met Eric, a happy and energetic mountain guide from Huaraz. One long bus trip, a bumpy car ride and a 3000 meter rise in elevation later, we arrived in his home village in the Andes.
Indigenous mountain people still make up a big part of the population living up there, including Eric and his family who speak Quechua and still practice a pretty traditional way of life. The way the women dress adds a lovely touch of color to the scene, and the surroundings are absolutely stunning with several white 6000m+ mountain peaks rising towards the sky. I fell in love within about two seconds.
I was ridiculously lucky to have brilliant weather almost every day since it’s in the middle of the rainy season, with no guarantees of a blue sky whatsoever. I was also lucky enough to get to spend one week in this rural home, as well as to get to know a bunch of additional awesome people through friends of Eric.
However, I always thought photographs say more than words, so here we go: