Luke Konarzewski

Snuck in a quick trip to a special place with mi amor. A bit of climbing, more sunbathing, alpine dips, and reading. A few days focused around simply enjoying our time in the mountains with little expectations. Just what I needed after a terribly busy summer.

Mountains on the mind. The ever impressive Torre massif catching fire in the early hours of the morning. One of many unforgettable memories from a far distant place.

Nothing realer than impermanence. Couldnt be more excited to be back in the great white north after nearly four months in Patagonia. Let the wintertime shenanigans begin. 1: @ben_olwell on the summit of the Mooses Tooth2: The terrifying north face of Mount Huntington from an attempt on the southw...

26 hours. Moving quickly Over the moon with joyPainstaking slowness Digging deep Dehydration, hungerRetreating in the darkRelief Safe. Lessons learnedPartnership grown strongerGone thoughts from the most recent weather window spent on the Motocross Traverse. Happy to have some rest, physical and ...

January 10th, 2020 I lay buried underneath five feet of snow. Eventually giving up on life and welcoming in the darkness of whatever was on the other side. A wave of unexplainable calm washed over me during the time of letting go. When the sharp cold metal of my partners shovel so rudely smashed ...

The throne room of the mountain gods. The center of the universe. Heaven, hell. Whatever you want to call it the mountains here will certainly force you to stop and sit to observe them properly. Arms bent on knees, head in hands. Coming away from our most recent trip into the peaks humbled, mind ...

Moments of beauty from the first couple of weeks here at the end of the Earth. 1: A quick but breath taking swim in Lago Piedras Blancas 2: Golden light painting Poincenot and Fitz Roy 3: The most beautiful place on Earth, change my mind4: @kyleennewman following splitter cracks to the summit of ...

Four years ago I got off the bus in the center of the universe. At the end of that trip I made a hard vow not to return to Patagonia until I felt I could climb the peaks I drooled over from a distance. The years passed with learning, suffering, and pushing myself in the mountains. As a short weat...

This day ended in a long retreat back to our base camp on the glacier far below. Navigating crevasses in the pitch black of 3am. It was a hard decision to turn around from so high on route even though all the facts pointed towards it being the right one. Weather rolling in, moving too slow in dee...

I felt my eyes well up with tears a handful of times on this climb. All the preparation, all the self doubt, the counting down of days, the wondering and not knowing. With every crux that passed I would get a bit emotional, why? Id never felt like this in the mountains before. I suppose it was be...

Feeling really out there high on the southwest face of Mount Dan Beard deep in the Alaska Range. The perfect and terrifying north face of Mount Huntington standing watch in the distance. Our bivy site barely visible on the col below. Going to be sharing some shitty film photos from a couple trips...

All Ive ever wanted.