By: Ansel Spitler, Montana State University
I was about to go to bed, when I heard a growl behind my tent. Not a tame growl, not a small growl, but a full-bodied, rumbling growl. I was already halfway out of my tent, and as soon as I heard that, I sped walked away towards the rest of camp. That was totally a lion.
By: Nora Ferguson, Montana State University
A looming shadow stood outside our tent, sniffing intensely with glowing green eyes… we made eye contact and I froze in my sleeping bag. The moonlight was the only thing illuminating its silhouette as it ducked its head down and carefully picked up my left shoe before slowly walking off with its prize.
By: Teagan James, University of Vermont
After a few days of classes at basecamp in Cochrane, our group packed our things (minus our tents and back country bidets) and hit the road yet again! This time we went south to Caleta Tortel, a small village situated at the northernmost edge of the Southern Patagonian Icefield.
By: Josie Cunningham, University of Vermont
After an early morning wake up and a dreary (but beautiful) drive South from our basecamp in Cochrane, Anna and I were thrilled when our instructor Felipe pulled up in front of the picturesque campo that was going to be our home for the next week.
By: Henrick Rahr, Colorado College
This moment not only motivated me to come back, but it gave me inspiration to continue to travel as much as I can to meet more incredible people with entirely different life experiences… and to see more sunsets.