I decided that when I turned 60 I wanted to be somewhere that I had never been before but had always wanted to go. Patagonia was first on my list. On my birthday I was climbing up to the Torres de Paine with 30 pounds of camera gear. I really wasn’t in great shape, but desire made up for the burning legs. Once we reached the top, which had been shrouded in clouds the entire time, the skies parted and the towers made a brief 10 minute appearance – just enough time for me to get off the shots with my new friend, Kendra, adding to the joyful scene. On the way down the wind was so intense that on several occasions we were worried about being blown off the mountainside. I found myself very glad that we hadn’t sailed around Cape Horn, instead visiting on land where we could hunker down until the winds passed.