Photo Journal

Floralis Generica in Buenos Aires. The flower “blooms” early in the morning, engineered to unfurl its petals as the sun rises. At nighttime, the flower “closes,” just like its living brethren.
This point marks the penultimate before the last leg of the trip. Getting to Estancia Ranquilco requires a 16 hours overnight bus ride from Buenos Aires, followed by three hours in a truck to the pickup point in Buta Mallin, where the Estancia’s horse guides await for the final three-hour journey on horseback.
Taken my first time making the trip in. Pictured here, between Sultan’s ears, is a lovely English couple on holiday together, and just ahead of them a gaucho, (Argentine cowboy), leading the mula that carries all of our bags.
My first time “guiding” a horse ride (if accompanying two novice horseback rider friends can even be called guiding). Pictured here is one of the first summer storms rolling over the Andes toward us. Not pictured: The condition we arrived back in.
The Estancia herd roams in bands across the hills until they’re needed to service guests. Pictured here is one of the bands headed back out to their favorite grazing field after being round up and penned for two days of de-worming.
Sweet Michael, who accompanied me and my two friends almost every morning on our walk up to the polo field and then proceeded to nap while we did a workout. Pictured here as our escort while hiking a rock outcropping dubbed “The Nipple” for reasons obvious to anyone looking at it from a distance.