I knew all along that this adventure would be more about the voyage and less about the end destination, and I've gotten to do some incredible things along the way: sailing under the Golden Gate Bridge, cruising the Sea of Cortez, crossing the equator in the Galapagos, and making a successful landfall in Chile after 37 days at sea. But looming in the back of my mind was this end goal: skiing directly from the boat. I knew it wasn't going to be easy and it certainly wasn't. Snowline sits more than a thousand feet above sea level and the brand of jungle that grows in the fjords is especially impenetrable. I spent several months exploring some of the wildest corners of Patagonia for easier access points and I hadn't found anything that looked very promising until we arrived in San Rafael.
This was the best chance I was going to get.
Clint and Reina had all the fixings (Jack Daniels and rock & roll) and we couldn’t have asked for a better view of the glacier. We took some self timer photos, chipped bits of ice off as our cocktails melted, and sang for all our lungs were worth! The sunset that night was spectacular and I felt like the happiest man in the world.