Muddy boots, bloody knees and defining moments

The slippery black mud gives way yet again under my feet and I slide backwards, landing ungracefully on my knees, my left hand clinging to alpine shrub, my right hand half submerged in a freezing cold puddle. Alone here at 3,600 meters in the middle of a National Park somewhere in the Colombian Andes IContinue reading “Muddy boots, bloody knees and defining moments”