Destination Spotlights for the Brave Soloist
Winds roar like freight trains and guanacos watch from the ridgelines. Solo, you feel the rhythm of camp chores, river refills, and sunrise starts. On John Gardner Pass, the Southern Patagonian Ice Field flashes blue beneath scudding clouds, and strangers share stove heat like old friends.
Destination Spotlights for the Brave Soloist
Horse trails braid across emerald jailoos, and yurts offer kumis with easy smiles. Alone, you set your pace up scree to the turquoise eye of Ala‑Kul, guided by fickle weather and Soviet-era maps. Every night, the mountains glow, and your confidence grows with each cold stream crossed.