A thousand points of light.

Still trying to get things right-side up.

Hitting the road.

Haven't seen this guy since he called a collectivo to get us to Terminal Los Héroes.

Back then, he was into big terrain and epic spaces. Still is.

Pause for a moment to appreciate the enormity of this space. A lot of suburban neighborhoods could fit into it.

Smaller spaces, deeper snow.

Back home.

The scenery changes, but the road remains the same.

Or is that the other way around?

Pow day on Lookout. Found out the kid needs 95 underfoot just like the rest of us.

This deep.

St. Regis.

3.5 is the new 2.25.

Well, folks, it's beer o'clock!