The most middle-of-nowhere I've ever been. 14,000 ft above sea level, at a hostel within a Bolivian natural reserve with power only from generators, I stepped outside before 5 AM to see the Milky Way emblazoned across the darkest of skies.
James's flamingos collected near a freshwater spring feeding into Laguna Colorada. There was something peaceful and mesmerizing about sitting on the shore for a while and watching birds bob their heads into and out of the water.
From the other side of Laguna Colorada.