Tuesday afternoon, October 28th, we were back at the airport. In a way, because we had done so much, it didn't feel like we had been there just 4 days before, picking Mom and Dad up for the first time.
We flew into the Calama airport and had a guy there waiting to pick us up. As we drove the hour or so to get to Atacama, I thought to myself, "It's just barren. For as far as I can see. It's like driving through Nevada times a million! How could this be such an amazing place?!!!!" I prayed it would be a great trip. After all, I think I was the one who suggested we take Mom and Dad here.
The sun was setting just as we were coming up on a lookout area over Valle de la Luna. So of course we stopped to take a look.
Old school prison? Or refuge from the whipping wind that leaves sand in the eyes...
What a shot! I love this. The people I love with the golden vastness surrounding them.
He's ready to get out there!
It was a long day. We were ready to check into our hotel and crawl into bed.