All Good Things are Wild and Free

We booked it out of La Paz anxious to explore more of Bolivia’s wild land.  We had heard Bolivia referred to as the Tibet of the Americas due to it’s isolation, altitude, and rugged terrain.  We had a taste of it in Sorata, but we craved more.  Our decision to fork over $270 in visa fees was not for the hip modernity of La Paz but the wild frontier.

In that spirit we referred to our paper map and marked Sajama along the Chilean border as our next destination.  With it’s plains sitting above 14,000 feet (4350m) the park houses the world’s highest “forest,” and Bolivia’s highest peak, Volcán Sajama (6542m).  The forest may be underwhelming as the dwarf queñua trees more resemble bushes, but the landscape consumes the senses.  Sajama was Bolivia’s first National Park.

The road to paradise is rarely paved

Calling it a National Park is an insult to anybody familiar with the US National Park Service.  To camp in Yosemite on any given weekend requires a well executed reservation.  If you want to climb Mount Whitney, you’ll find yourself entering a lottery.  Rafting the Grand Canyon? Prepare to cough up Oprah dough or get your name on the waiting list and sit tight, for 20 years.

In Sajama, $4.00 gets you unbridled access.  Drive, camp, hike wherever  you damn well please.  This is Bolivia, wild and free.

We do love water crossings

Our first night we camped alongside 95 degree hot springs and among the mountain majesty.  For two days we proceeded to empty the contents of our food-poisoned stomachs outside the camper.  We wish we could swear off those golden crisp salteñas, but we know we’ll be back.

Nearby hot springs, even the alpacas can't resist

Feeling better already

A recovery dip in the hot springs certainly had us believing in their much rumored curative powers.  We spent two more days circling the park taking in the harsh landscape. Sparse barbed-wire fences crisscross the park but unraveling them took only minutes allowing us to move on to every trail we felt like exploring.

The stuff John Denver songs are made of

The dirt back-roads and isolation had us laughing about our days in Yosemite just one year ago. We recalled the stress of getting to our  reservation on time, held up in traffic jams of minivans, a camera pointed out of every window; all curated  by a vast army of badges, trained for, but ultimately deemed too uptight to fight in the War on Terror. Under the outdated title of park ranger, they gleefully issue infractions to ensure nothing wild happens out in our wilderness. (1)

A frozen morning and a frozen sink

In contrast, at 4350m the wind runs icy cold, the afternoon sun blazes, and a hard freeze takes over each and every night.  Our only company were the herds of alpaca, not sure what to make of a camper meandering along their desolate prairie.  Returning to the wilderness we shed our illusions of grandeur and invincibility. We come closer to something more genuine, a more primal self.

It's a great day to be alive

(1) We must issue an apology to the one decent park ranger we have met in our many years exploring the US parks. He was stationed at Olympia National Park in Washington state and was a true patriot, a throwback from the golden era of the US Park System (circa 1960). Big thanks to our nameless friend in Washington.

3 thoughts on “All Good Things are Wild and Free

  1. Looks amazing, and there is plenty of bozo-free areas in our National Parks/Forest/Monuments, you just have to know where to look ;)

    • Totally agree! The bozo free areas (in our opinion) are often labeled “National Forests.” We love BLM and the USDA management styles, it’s only the Park Service we are in idealistic conflict with. We look forward to your take on these places once you’re across the border.

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