Patagonia, end of the trip, but not the end of the trail. December 16, 2013 Prologue: “What’s a guy halfway through his 68th year doing hiking and camping with a bunch of young people in an area where in the summer time (which it is there right now) the wind can howl during heavy rain and sleet storms?” (posted on my blog December 3, 2013.) Epilogue: Answer: having a great time. Following an overnight flight to Buenos Aires, a beef-stuffing (see “Beef and Tango in Buenos Aires” posted…

Mexico City to Los Angeles, December 31, 1975. The takeoff from Mexico City was uneventful, we’d reached cruising altitude, and the captain had turned off the seat belt sign. We were on Western Airlines “champagne flight” advertized as “The only way to fly.” Their mascot was Wallybird, often seen lounging on top of the plane, leaning against the tail, and holding a champagne glass. The flight attendants were already pushing their cart down the aisle, pouring champagne for willing and thirsty passengers. I pulled my pre-printed leaflets from…