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Driving the Legendary Pacific Coast (day 4): North Stradbroke Island

19 September 2018

Last Updated on 9 February 2021

After a big weekend of research and work on the Gold Coast, Diana and I are back on the road for another few days of adventure! Before we finally turn around to start the long slog back to Sydney tomorrow, we have to travel north just one hour to Brisbane to complete our Legendary Pacific Coast road trip, but instead of spending a day in the city, we’ve opted for an excursion to the ruggedly beautiful North Stradbroke Island just off the coast. Neither of us have ever been to Straddie, but one look at the official instagram account and we are thoroughly convinced that it’s going to be another highlight.

Enjoying the view over Main Beach

Main Beach

As has become our routine, Diana and I are up early for our hour-long drive from Runaway Bay to Cleveland, where we’ll be catching the passenger ferry across to Dunwich. The drive itself is uneventful (and the parking is somewhat distressing), but we are brimming with excitement as we walk into the office to buy our water taxi tickets. At only $7 each way, it’s considerably cheeper than the vehicle ferry we were first looking into and just another reason we are feeling quite pleased with ourselves this morning.

We depart the mainland just before 9am and cruise across moderately windy waters for about 20min to reach North Stradbroke Island (Straddie, as the locals call it), where a public bus is waiting to take us across the island to Point Lookout. Although it may have been nice to have the flexibility of our own car, it’s undeniably convenient to just hop on the $5 bus and watch the scenery whiz by outside as we approach the northeastern tip of the little island, not a worry in the world.

If our arrival in Dunwich was somewhat ordinary, what we find in Point Lookout is like something out of a postcard: the sun is shining over crystal clear water in a million shades of blue, white sand beaches extend into the distance, dramatic rocks frame the landscape, and still there are hardly any people around. Diana likens it to the Mediterranean (if the Mediterranean was Europe’s best kept secret), but fortunately we have it nearly all to ourselves in Australia.

The best view of incredible Main Beach
Main Beach
Mediterranean vibes on North Stradbroke Island

Our first view of Main Beach
We found paradise on North Stradbroke Island

The incredible North Gorge Walk

Enjoying the Mediterranean views from Point Lookout

North Gorge Walk

One of the best-loved activities on Straddie is the 1.5km Gorge Walk that runs along the coastline from Point Lookout, so naturally I’ve decided to make it our number one priority and official first stop on the island. The public bus drops us off right near the start of the loop-like trail (it finishes near the starting point, but isn’t really a true loop), and after plenty of gasping and manic giggling at Main Beach, we are strolling along the boardwalk, surrounded by even more stunning scenery.

Although the walk is rather short, we easily spend the better part of the morning exploring the hidden beaches, aquamarine viewpoints, and dramatic coastline, all while watching for marine life below (amazingly, we spot a turtle soaring through the water from one of the lookouts!). Every step is an incredible photo opportunity, so it really is no surprise that I am moving along at snail pace, but at least Diana is equally consumed by our surroundings and happy to wait for me to sprint onto various rock ledges to find a better angle.

On the lookout for whales below
The North Gorge Walk
Checking out the beaches below

Diana descending to Freshman’s Beach
Incredible coastal views on the North Gorge Walk
North Gorge Walk

Mediterranean views on the North Gorge Walk
Just one of Straddie’s infinite beaches

Just as we are nearing the end of the walk, the wind that’s been lightly blowing all day approaches gail force, rattling the screw palms and threatening to topple us right over the edge of the cliffs. It’s definitely not ideal weather for spotting aquatic life, but it’s the large grey cloud looming in the distance that really encourages us to stop for lunch in Point Lookout rather than catching the bus to nearby Cylinder Beach. We are pretty pleased with our timing to have gotten blue skies for our entire North Gorge Walk, but still, we hope that the new cloud cover will quickly burn off so we can return to drooling over the scenery as soon as possible.

Over crepes/lunch wraps at French Ease, a beautiful cafe above (what else) Frenchman’s Beach, Diana and I discuss plans for the rest of our day on Straddie. Although the public bus was so easy this morning and made me question why I ever considered bringing the car, we are somewhat frustrated by the infrequent afternoon bus times between Point Lookout and Amity Point, the other main area of the island that we are hoping to explore: either we can catch a bus in 30min or we’ll be waiting 2.5hrs for our next lift. Ultimately, we make the call to wrap up our time in Point Lookout, quickly squeezing in a few more beaches before heading to the bus stop and crossing our fingers that we find all the dolphins and koalas we’ve been reading about (spoiler alert: we do).

Me and Diana enjoying the amazing scenery at Point Lookout
Coastal views
Amazing Screw Palm on the North Gorge Walk

Diana enjoying the North Gorge Walk
Adorable Point Lookout cafe, French Ease
Looking down at the turtles below

Enjoying the beach at Amity Point

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Amity Point Jetty

Our bus from Point Lookout drops us at an interchange seemingly in the middle of nowhere, but thankfully a little minibus is not far behind to take us the rest of the way to Amity Point. Just before we arrive, our driver gives us a few helpful tips, pointing us towards the jetty for wild dolphins and towards the campsite for wild koalas, animals being the likely reason why most of us find ourselves on the quieter side of the island in the first place. We may have lost the dramatic cliffs and Mediterranean scenery as we moved to Straddie’s northwestern tip, but the water is calm, the beaches are an incredible shade of orange, the storm clouds have completely passed, and the animals are out in full force.

Disembarking from the minibus, Diana and I head immediately to the jetty to look out for dolphins, but we don’t even make it to the end of the short walkway before we see a few sleek, silver bodies darting around. I’m absolutely amazed by how close the dolphins will swim to our legs as we dangle excitedly over the edge; apparently as interested in us as we are in them, they swim laps around the jetty, returning again and again to splash around right in front of us and the solitary fisherman to our left.

Amazing colours at the Amity Point Jetty
Wild dolphin flapping around at Amity Point
Me and Diana watching the dolphins swim by

Amity Point Jetty
Scouting for dolphins at Amity Point Jetty
Dolphins passing right by the jetty

Enjoying the amazing wild dolphins at Amity Point
Amity Point

Wild koala at Amity Point

Amity Point

Having ticked dolphins off our growing list of wild animals to spot, we wander towards Minjerribah Campsite in search of koalas that are apparently rather common in the gums here. Both with far better eyesight and much greater patience, Diana leads our search for the koalas, but eventually we decide to take a break and enjoy the swim we’ve been longing for all day (it’s impossible to stare at such brilliantly blue water and not get in). My one regret is that we don’t get to camp in the unbelievable beachfront sites, but I promise myself that I’ll be back!

After some time in the water, Diana and I wander slowly back towards the jetty, scanning the trees for any grey lumps as we go, hoping that a snoozing koala will be just above us. Unfortunately, we make it all the way to the jetty without seeing any marsupials, but the pod of dolphins playing just in front of us more than makes up for it. Without even paying attention to the time, nearly two hours go by as we sit and enjoy the views, watching the dolphins perform at our feet and occasionally getting up to run frantically to the other side of the dock for a video of our new bottle-nosed friends (see video above). By the time we do check our watches, we have to head back for the bus, but we are absolutely glowing with happiness over what we’ve just seen. And, as if today could get any better, Diana finally finds a wild koala for us just 50m from the bus stop, hanging out in a mid-level branches of a gum tree on the side of the road.

Our entire journey back to Runaway Bay— the bus to Point Lookout and then back to Dunwich, the ferry to Cleveland, the drive home— is spent reliving our favourite memories of the day, radiating the kind of happiness that only comes from something truly incredible like wild dolphins, wild koalas, or even just stunning natural scenery. For a place that we just heard of yesterday, Straddie is already somewhere that’s totally stolen both of our hearts, and is unlikely to be somewhere we will quickly forget.

Amity Point
Wild koala sleeping in the trees
Minjerribah Camping at Amity Point

Sleepy koala in Amity Point
A perfect day at Amity Point
Koala camouflaged in the trees above

Amity Point beach

Read more about our Legendary Pacific Coast road trip:

DRIVING THE LEGENDARY PACIFIC COAST (DAYS 1 & 2): NEWCASTLE, PORT STEPHENS & PORT MACQUARIE

DRIVING THE LEGENDARY PACIFIC COAST (DAY 3): NAMBUCCA HEADS, WATERFALL WAY & COFFS HARBOUR

DRIVING THE LEGENDARY PACIFIC COAST (DAY 5): BURLEIGH HILL, FINGAL HEAD & BYRON BAY

DRIVING THE LEGENDARY PACIFIC COAST (DAY 6): PORT MACQUARIE & FORSTER

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Hey, I'm Brooke and I'm obsessed with exploring unique destinations, remote landscapes, and high-elevation summits around the world! I left Australia 6 years ago after finishing a PhD in Biomechanics & have been travelling the world full-time ever since, now joined by my husband/climbing partner, James. Whether it’s road-tripping through Mexico, climbing alpine peaks in the Andes, scuba diving in the Red Sea, or tackling epic via ferrata in the Dolomites, I hope this blog will inspire your future adventures & help you find wonder in every corner of the globe. xx bb

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  • final summit in Bolivia: Illimani (6,438m) 🏔️✨

The imposing massif of Illimani absolutely dominates the skyline in La Paz, and after spending an entire month staring at the mountain from our 25th-floor apartment, it was pretty incredible to find myself on the summit— just one day before our departing flights. 

Even with so much “extra” time, we still came right down to the wire on the weather window for Illimani!

With James sick at High Camp, I headed to the summit alone with our guide after several sleepless nights. And just like clockwork, above 6000m on a -15C alpine start, I was reminded pretty powerfully of my last high-altitude expedition (up Aconcagua) where I’d sworn I’d never do this again 😂

The rush on the summit is always enough to make me forget, though, and there’s such a special satisfaction in reaching ✨la cumbre✨ after a glorious struggle through freezing, oxygen-poor air. 

We definitely do it for days like this! Not a cloud in the sky, almost windless, what a time to be alive at 6,438m 🤩

—
#illimani #cordillerareal #bolivia #bolivianmountaineering #lacumbre
  • if you’ve ever thought bed should be on the ground, temps should be sub-zero, and air should have WAY less oxygen, allow me to recommend:

📍 Illimani High Camp (5,500m)

in all honesty, this was one of the most spectacular nights I’ve EVER spent in a tent, and Pachamama even hooked us up with perfectly calm conditions ahead of the big day 🤩🤩

—
#illimani #bolivia #cordillerareal #bolivianmountaineering #basecamp
  • Huayna Potosi (6,088m) 🏔️

Easily the most famous mountain in Bolivia, offered as a ‘beginner friendly’ climb (after a one-day training course) for travellers who’ve never even worn crampons before, and often marketed for as little as $60 to the backpacker crowds who’re happy to cut corners for the best deal… I’ll admit I didn’t have super high expectations for Huayna Potosi.

Our ultimate goal in summiting was just to log some time at altitude— 6000m is another world, physiologically speaking, and I wanted James to experience the unique ✨agony✨ that is high-elevation mountaineering on an easier peak before we pushed even higher & harder over the coming months.

The route is like a compacted highway up the glacier, and we found ourselves stuck behind enormous, slow-moving groups at the start of our freezing ascent. It took several hours settle into our own rhythm, and only after a few breathless pushes through loose snow to pass other rope teams…

BUT THEN: the sunrise 🌅

Watching the first rays of light stretch above the clouds and set the entire Cordillera Real on fire, we were finally able to appreciate Huayna Potosi as more than just acclimatisation. 

This is a stunning mountain that we’d had the privilege of staring at from all of our previous 3 summits, and to finally be up here (first time over 6000m for James!) is a true accomplishment, regardless of the well-beaten track. We won’t soon forget this sunrise!

🥂 cheers to my husband for pushing through!!

—
#huaynapotosi #cordillerareal #bolivia #bolivianmountaineering #highaltitude
  • Our 2nd & 3rd summits in Bolivia: Tarija (5,350m) & Pequeño Alpamayo (5,425m) 🏔️

After overnighting at the incredibly simple (but comfortable & blissfully indoor) refugio near Chiar Khota Lagoon, we got a 1am alpine start towards the as-of-yet-unseen summit of Pequeño Alpamayo— hiding behind a cluster of mountains in the range. 

The route is incredibly interesting, climbing gradually to the summit of Tarija Peak before dropping 70m on Class 3 rock down to the glacier again, then ascending more steeply up to the pyramidal summit of Pequeño Alpamayo. All the while, glimpses of Huayna Potosi (our next objective) peeking through sherbet clouds across the valley!

This was @jamesalsobeyond first true glacier climb and the varied ascent/descent over mixed terrain certainly kept things interesting, worthwhile prep for the much harder summits to come 😮‍💨

—
#pequeñoalpamayo #bolivia #cordillerareal #tarija #bolivianmountaineering
  • We just wrapped up an entire month of high-elevation climbing in Bolivia and, for something that started out as acclimatisation for our “main event” in the Himalayas, these ended up being some of the coolest summits I’ve ever done!

It’s been more than a decade since I’d last been here, and it was pretty amazing to see how La Paz has changed in that time— from a humble little Andean town to a vibrant world city. And of course, even more amazing to see the landscape from a totally new perspective, high above the clouds!

With the luxury of time to acclimatise slowly, we rented an apartment in the city and started off our visit with about 10 days spent puffing around La Paz (3,650m) and nearby El Alto (4,150m)— the highest elevation city in the world— before heading into the mountains for summit attempt no.1 on Pico Austria!

Pico Austria is just a hike, by far the easiest and least technical of all the summits we’d be attempting this month, but it was absolutely beautiful and a great opportunity to get to 5,350m and start breathing hard 😮‍💨

—
#picoaustria #lapaz #bolivia #cordillerareal #bolivianmountaineering
  • Neither of us has ever been the type to fantasise about our someday-wedding. We didn’t have a colour palette or a dream venue or a pinterest board (apparent blasphemy), and when we got engaged nearly 20 months ago, we had truly no idea if we’d be able to pull off an international wedding with friends scattered all over the world. 

But the idea for a wild Icelandic wedding grew out of our deep love for this island— somewhere we feel endlessly inspired, returning again & again to wander remote valleys and scramble up dramatic mountains and camp beneath glaciers. 

It became our dream that we’d bring all our favourite people together here not just for one evening, but for an epic week-long adventure— the most Brooke & James version of a wedding we could imagine.

And so we rented a huge party house (with a 20-person hot tub 🔥) in a quiet northern fjord and hoped it would all come together.

We soaked, we hiked, we danced, we saw about one million puffins, we ate & drank like it was going out of style, and we enjoyed long days with everyone who travelled SO FARKING FAR (up to 35hrs 🇦🇺) to be here with us. Our hearts have never been so full.

There are a million thank yas owed to our friends for making this week possible. The way we had people out gathering flowers for our tables, cooking  shared meals for the whole house, coordinating event prep long after we’d gone to bed, ironing our outfits, delivering amazing speeches (& officiating our wedding!), waking up early to do every single step of my hair and make-up, preparing SIX ROUNDS of themed cocktails, learning cords on the wedding day so we could have acoustic entrance music… we’re crying just writing this.

It finally makes sense why people say their wedding was the happiest day of their lives. We have never felt so loved, so supported, so genuinely grateful for the way people showed up for us this past week in Iceland. 

We would’ve been happy getting married in a dank cave by ourselves (just for the love), but our friends truly made this the wedding of our dreams 🥹

& special shout-out to our friend & favourite photographer @norrisniman for always bringing the vibes
  • There was a time I thought that great adventures could only happen alone, and I was so worried to lose all of the wild, independent, adventurous parts of myself in a relationship.

Within just a few weeks of meeting each other, James seemed to sense this, and told me if I needed to go climb another Aconcagua alone, he’d sit at base camp and be my support team. In those early days, it felt like exactly what I’d always wanted to hear.

But I quickly found that I was so wrong about the ways this relationship would change my life. We’ve been together for nearly every minute of the last few years and I have never ONCE wished to be on the mountain alone. 

The right person elevates your life in a million small & powerful & surprising & wonderful ways, and now all of my great adventures are even greater with my extremely cool husband right there next to me. 

Cheers to a lifetime of venturing into the unknown together @jamesalsobeyond 🖤✨
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photos by our infinitely talented friend @norrisniman
  • One of the best-kept secrets in the Albanian Alps is Buni Jezercës, the Great Valley of Lakes ✨

With Peaks of the Balkans and countless day hikes passing through the neighbouring Ropojana Valley, Buni Jezercës feels totally untouched— yet it’s home to the tallest & most spectacular peaks in the range, ripe for the scrambling. 

Of all the incredible places we experienced hiking through these mountains for 12 days, this was truly the highlight! I’m already planning a return trip with a tent so we can post up for a bit and climb everything in sight…

>>> On a related note, my Peaks of the Balkans planning guide is finally done!! It is LONG but totally worth the read for anyone looking to tackle the most epic version of POB!

🔗  brookebeyond.com/peaks-of-the-balkans

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#peaksofthebalkans #bunijezerces #majajezerce #albania #albanianalps
  • Can you guess which photos are from which?!

After visiting two summers in a row, we’re convinced that Montenegro is the new Dolomites (that’s right, these are ALL from Montenegro!). Amazing trail infrastructure and incredible limestone peaks, but without the crowds 🤩🤩

Photos from Prokletije National Park, Maganik Mountains, and Durmitor National Park— we can’t wait to get back to explore more!!

__

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  • final summit in Bolivia: Illimani (6,438m) 🏔️✨

The imposing massif of Illimani absolutely dominates the skyline in La Paz, and after spending an entire month staring at the mountain from our 25th-floor apartment, it was pretty incredible to find myself on the summit— just one day before our departing flights. 

Even with so much “extra” time, we still came right down to the wire on the weather window for Illimani!

With James sick at High Camp, I headed to the summit alone with our guide after several sleepless nights. And just like clockwork, above 6000m on a -15C alpine start, I was reminded pretty powerfully of my last high-altitude expedition (up Aconcagua) where I’d sworn I’d never do this again 😂

The rush on the summit is always enough to make me forget, though, and there’s such a special satisfaction in reaching ✨la cumbre✨ after a glorious struggle through freezing, oxygen-poor air. 

We definitely do it for days like this! Not a cloud in the sky, almost windless, what a time to be alive at 6,438m 🤩

—
#illimani #cordillerareal #bolivia #bolivianmountaineering #lacumbre
  • if you’ve ever thought bed should be on the ground, temps should be sub-zero, and air should have WAY less oxygen, allow me to recommend:

📍 Illimani High Camp (5,500m)

in all honesty, this was one of the most spectacular nights I’ve EVER spent in a tent, and Pachamama even hooked us up with perfectly calm conditions ahead of the big day 🤩🤩

—
#illimani #bolivia #cordillerareal #bolivianmountaineering #basecamp
  • Huayna Potosi (6,088m) 🏔️

Easily the most famous mountain in Bolivia, offered as a ‘beginner friendly’ climb (after a one-day training course) for travellers who’ve never even worn crampons before, and often marketed for as little as $60 to the backpacker crowds who’re happy to cut corners for the best deal… I’ll admit I didn’t have super high expectations for Huayna Potosi.

Our ultimate goal in summiting was just to log some time at altitude— 6000m is another world, physiologically speaking, and I wanted James to experience the unique ✨agony✨ that is high-elevation mountaineering on an easier peak before we pushed even higher & harder over the coming months.

The route is like a compacted highway up the glacier, and we found ourselves stuck behind enormous, slow-moving groups at the start of our freezing ascent. It took several hours settle into our own rhythm, and only after a few breathless pushes through loose snow to pass other rope teams…

BUT THEN: the sunrise 🌅

Watching the first rays of light stretch above the clouds and set the entire Cordillera Real on fire, we were finally able to appreciate Huayna Potosi as more than just acclimatisation. 

This is a stunning mountain that we’d had the privilege of staring at from all of our previous 3 summits, and to finally be up here (first time over 6000m for James!) is a true accomplishment, regardless of the well-beaten track. We won’t soon forget this sunrise!

🥂 cheers to my husband for pushing through!!

—
#huaynapotosi #cordillerareal #bolivia #bolivianmountaineering #highaltitude
  • Our 2nd & 3rd summits in Bolivia: Tarija (5,350m) & Pequeño Alpamayo (5,425m) 🏔️

After overnighting at the incredibly simple (but comfortable & blissfully indoor) refugio near Chiar Khota Lagoon, we got a 1am alpine start towards the as-of-yet-unseen summit of Pequeño Alpamayo— hiding behind a cluster of mountains in the range. 

The route is incredibly interesting, climbing gradually to the summit of Tarija Peak before dropping 70m on Class 3 rock down to the glacier again, then ascending more steeply up to the pyramidal summit of Pequeño Alpamayo. All the while, glimpses of Huayna Potosi (our next objective) peeking through sherbet clouds across the valley!

This was @jamesalsobeyond first true glacier climb and the varied ascent/descent over mixed terrain certainly kept things interesting, worthwhile prep for the much harder summits to come 😮‍💨

—
#pequeñoalpamayo #bolivia #cordillerareal #tarija #bolivianmountaineering
  • We just wrapped up an entire month of high-elevation climbing in Bolivia and, for something that started out as acclimatisation for our “main event” in the Himalayas, these ended up being some of the coolest summits I’ve ever done!

It’s been more than a decade since I’d last been here, and it was pretty amazing to see how La Paz has changed in that time— from a humble little Andean town to a vibrant world city. And of course, even more amazing to see the landscape from a totally new perspective, high above the clouds!

With the luxury of time to acclimatise slowly, we rented an apartment in the city and started off our visit with about 10 days spent puffing around La Paz (3,650m) and nearby El Alto (4,150m)— the highest elevation city in the world— before heading into the mountains for summit attempt no.1 on Pico Austria!

Pico Austria is just a hike, by far the easiest and least technical of all the summits we’d be attempting this month, but it was absolutely beautiful and a great opportunity to get to 5,350m and start breathing hard 😮‍💨

—
#picoaustria #lapaz #bolivia #cordillerareal #bolivianmountaineering
  • Neither of us has ever been the type to fantasise about our someday-wedding. We didn’t have a colour palette or a dream venue or a pinterest board (apparent blasphemy), and when we got engaged nearly 20 months ago, we had truly no idea if we’d be able to pull off an international wedding with friends scattered all over the world. 

But the idea for a wild Icelandic wedding grew out of our deep love for this island— somewhere we feel endlessly inspired, returning again & again to wander remote valleys and scramble up dramatic mountains and camp beneath glaciers. 

It became our dream that we’d bring all our favourite people together here not just for one evening, but for an epic week-long adventure— the most Brooke & James version of a wedding we could imagine.

And so we rented a huge party house (with a 20-person hot tub 🔥) in a quiet northern fjord and hoped it would all come together.

We soaked, we hiked, we danced, we saw about one million puffins, we ate & drank like it was going out of style, and we enjoyed long days with everyone who travelled SO FARKING FAR (up to 35hrs 🇦🇺) to be here with us. Our hearts have never been so full.

There are a million thank yas owed to our friends for making this week possible. The way we had people out gathering flowers for our tables, cooking  shared meals for the whole house, coordinating event prep long after we’d gone to bed, ironing our outfits, delivering amazing speeches (& officiating our wedding!), waking up early to do every single step of my hair and make-up, preparing SIX ROUNDS of themed cocktails, learning cords on the wedding day so we could have acoustic entrance music… we’re crying just writing this.

It finally makes sense why people say their wedding was the happiest day of their lives. We have never felt so loved, so supported, so genuinely grateful for the way people showed up for us this past week in Iceland. 

We would’ve been happy getting married in a dank cave by ourselves (just for the love), but our friends truly made this the wedding of our dreams 🥹

& special shout-out to our friend & favourite photographer @norrisniman for always bringing the vibes
final summit in Bolivia: Illimani (6,438m) 🏔️✨

The imposing massif of Illimani absolutely dominates the skyline in La Paz, and after spending an entire month staring at the mountain from our 25th-floor apartment, it was pretty incredible to find myself on the summit— just one day before our departing flights. 

Even with so much “extra” time, we still came right down to the wire on the weather window for Illimani!

With James sick at High Camp, I headed to the summit alone with our guide after several sleepless nights. And just like clockwork, above 6000m on a -15C alpine start, I was reminded pretty powerfully of my last high-altitude expedition (up Aconcagua) where I’d sworn I’d never do this again 😂

The rush on the summit is always enough to make me forget, though, and there’s such a special satisfaction in reaching ✨la cumbre✨ after a glorious struggle through freezing, oxygen-poor air. 

We definitely do it for days like this! Not a cloud in the sky, almost windless, what a time to be alive at 6,438m 🤩

—
#illimani #cordillerareal #bolivia #bolivianmountaineering #lacumbre
final summit in Bolivia: Illimani (6,438m) 🏔️✨

The imposing massif of Illimani absolutely dominates the skyline in La Paz, and after spending an entire month staring at the mountain from our 25th-floor apartment, it was pretty incredible to find myself on the summit— just one day before our departing flights. 

Even with so much “extra” time, we still came right down to the wire on the weather window for Illimani!

With James sick at High Camp, I headed to the summit alone with our guide after several sleepless nights. And just like clockwork, above 6000m on a -15C alpine start, I was reminded pretty powerfully of my last high-altitude expedition (up Aconcagua) where I’d sworn I’d never do this again 😂

The rush on the summit is always enough to make me forget, though, and there’s such a special satisfaction in reaching ✨la cumbre✨ after a glorious struggle through freezing, oxygen-poor air. 

We definitely do it for days like this! Not a cloud in the sky, almost windless, what a time to be alive at 6,438m 🤩

—
#illimani #cordillerareal #bolivia #bolivianmountaineering #lacumbre
final summit in Bolivia: Illimani (6,438m) 🏔️✨

The imposing massif of Illimani absolutely dominates the skyline in La Paz, and after spending an entire month staring at the mountain from our 25th-floor apartment, it was pretty incredible to find myself on the summit— just one day before our departing flights. 

Even with so much “extra” time, we still came right down to the wire on the weather window for Illimani!

With James sick at High Camp, I headed to the summit alone with our guide after several sleepless nights. And just like clockwork, above 6000m on a -15C alpine start, I was reminded pretty powerfully of my last high-altitude expedition (up Aconcagua) where I’d sworn I’d never do this again 😂

The rush on the summit is always enough to make me forget, though, and there’s such a special satisfaction in reaching ✨la cumbre✨ after a glorious struggle through freezing, oxygen-poor air. 

We definitely do it for days like this! Not a cloud in the sky, almost windless, what a time to be alive at 6,438m 🤩

—
#illimani #cordillerareal #bolivia #bolivianmountaineering #lacumbre
final summit in Bolivia: Illimani (6,438m) 🏔️✨

The imposing massif of Illimani absolutely dominates the skyline in La Paz, and after spending an entire month staring at the mountain from our 25th-floor apartment, it was pretty incredible to find myself on the summit— just one day before our departing flights. 

Even with so much “extra” time, we still came right down to the wire on the weather window for Illimani!

With James sick at High Camp, I headed to the summit alone with our guide after several sleepless nights. And just like clockwork, above 6000m on a -15C alpine start, I was reminded pretty powerfully of my last high-altitude expedition (up Aconcagua) where I’d sworn I’d never do this again 😂

The rush on the summit is always enough to make me forget, though, and there’s such a special satisfaction in reaching ✨la cumbre✨ after a glorious struggle through freezing, oxygen-poor air. 

We definitely do it for days like this! Not a cloud in the sky, almost windless, what a time to be alive at 6,438m 🤩

—
#illimani #cordillerareal #bolivia #bolivianmountaineering #lacumbre
final summit in Bolivia: Illimani (6,438m) 🏔️✨

The imposing massif of Illimani absolutely dominates the skyline in La Paz, and after spending an entire month staring at the mountain from our 25th-floor apartment, it was pretty incredible to find myself on the summit— just one day before our departing flights. 

Even with so much “extra” time, we still came right down to the wire on the weather window for Illimani!

With James sick at High Camp, I headed to the summit alone with our guide after several sleepless nights. And just like clockwork, above 6000m on a -15C alpine start, I was reminded pretty powerfully of my last high-altitude expedition (up Aconcagua) where I’d sworn I’d never do this again 😂

The rush on the summit is always enough to make me forget, though, and there’s such a special satisfaction in reaching ✨la cumbre✨ after a glorious struggle through freezing, oxygen-poor air. 

We definitely do it for days like this! Not a cloud in the sky, almost windless, what a time to be alive at 6,438m 🤩

—
#illimani #cordillerareal #bolivia #bolivianmountaineering #lacumbre
final summit in Bolivia: Illimani (6,438m) 🏔️✨

The imposing massif of Illimani absolutely dominates the skyline in La Paz, and after spending an entire month staring at the mountain from our 25th-floor apartment, it was pretty incredible to find myself on the summit— just one day before our departing flights. 

Even with so much “extra” time, we still came right down to the wire on the weather window for Illimani!

With James sick at High Camp, I headed to the summit alone with our guide after several sleepless nights. And just like clockwork, above 6000m on a -15C alpine start, I was reminded pretty powerfully of my last high-altitude expedition (up Aconcagua) where I’d sworn I’d never do this again 😂

The rush on the summit is always enough to make me forget, though, and there’s such a special satisfaction in reaching ✨la cumbre✨ after a glorious struggle through freezing, oxygen-poor air. 

We definitely do it for days like this! Not a cloud in the sky, almost windless, what a time to be alive at 6,438m 🤩

—
#illimani #cordillerareal #bolivia #bolivianmountaineering #lacumbre
final summit in Bolivia: Illimani (6,438m) 🏔️✨

The imposing massif of Illimani absolutely dominates the skyline in La Paz, and after spending an entire month staring at the mountain from our 25th-floor apartment, it was pretty incredible to find myself on the summit— just one day before our departing flights. 

Even with so much “extra” time, we still came right down to the wire on the weather window for Illimani!

With James sick at High Camp, I headed to the summit alone with our guide after several sleepless nights. And just like clockwork, above 6000m on a -15C alpine start, I was reminded pretty powerfully of my last high-altitude expedition (up Aconcagua) where I’d sworn I’d never do this again 😂

The rush on the summit is always enough to make me forget, though, and there’s such a special satisfaction in reaching ✨la cumbre✨ after a glorious struggle through freezing, oxygen-poor air. 

We definitely do it for days like this! Not a cloud in the sky, almost windless, what a time to be alive at 6,438m 🤩

—
#illimani #cordillerareal #bolivia #bolivianmountaineering #lacumbre
final summit in Bolivia: Illimani (6,438m) 🏔️✨

The imposing massif of Illimani absolutely dominates the skyline in La Paz, and after spending an entire month staring at the mountain from our 25th-floor apartment, it was pretty incredible to find myself on the summit— just one day before our departing flights. 

Even with so much “extra” time, we still came right down to the wire on the weather window for Illimani!

With James sick at High Camp, I headed to the summit alone with our guide after several sleepless nights. And just like clockwork, above 6000m on a -15C alpine start, I was reminded pretty powerfully of my last high-altitude expedition (up Aconcagua) where I’d sworn I’d never do this again 😂

The rush on the summit is always enough to make me forget, though, and there’s such a special satisfaction in reaching ✨la cumbre✨ after a glorious struggle through freezing, oxygen-poor air. 

We definitely do it for days like this! Not a cloud in the sky, almost windless, what a time to be alive at 6,438m 🤩

—
#illimani #cordillerareal #bolivia #bolivianmountaineering #lacumbre
final summit in Bolivia: Illimani (6,438m) 🏔️✨

The imposing massif of Illimani absolutely dominates the skyline in La Paz, and after spending an entire month staring at the mountain from our 25th-floor apartment, it was pretty incredible to find myself on the summit— just one day before our departing flights. 

Even with so much “extra” time, we still came right down to the wire on the weather window for Illimani!

With James sick at High Camp, I headed to the summit alone with our guide after several sleepless nights. And just like clockwork, above 6000m on a -15C alpine start, I was reminded pretty powerfully of my last high-altitude expedition (up Aconcagua) where I’d sworn I’d never do this again 😂

The rush on the summit is always enough to make me forget, though, and there’s such a special satisfaction in reaching ✨la cumbre✨ after a glorious struggle through freezing, oxygen-poor air. 

We definitely do it for days like this! Not a cloud in the sky, almost windless, what a time to be alive at 6,438m 🤩

—
#illimani #cordillerareal #bolivia #bolivianmountaineering #lacumbre
final summit in Bolivia: Illimani (6,438m) 🏔️✨

The imposing massif of Illimani absolutely dominates the skyline in La Paz, and after spending an entire month staring at the mountain from our 25th-floor apartment, it was pretty incredible to find myself on the summit— just one day before our departing flights. 

Even with so much “extra” time, we still came right down to the wire on the weather window for Illimani!

With James sick at High Camp, I headed to the summit alone with our guide after several sleepless nights. And just like clockwork, above 6000m on a -15C alpine start, I was reminded pretty powerfully of my last high-altitude expedition (up Aconcagua) where I’d sworn I’d never do this again 😂

The rush on the summit is always enough to make me forget, though, and there’s such a special satisfaction in reaching ✨la cumbre✨ after a glorious struggle through freezing, oxygen-poor air. 

We definitely do it for days like this! Not a cloud in the sky, almost windless, what a time to be alive at 6,438m 🤩

—
#illimani #cordillerareal #bolivia #bolivianmountaineering #lacumbre
final summit in Bolivia: Illimani (6,438m) 🏔️✨

The imposing massif of Illimani absolutely dominates the skyline in La Paz, and after spending an entire month staring at the mountain from our 25th-floor apartment, it was pretty incredible to find myself on the summit— just one day before our departing flights. 

Even with so much “extra” time, we still came right down to the wire on the weather window for Illimani!

With James sick at High Camp, I headed to the summit alone with our guide after several sleepless nights. And just like clockwork, above 6000m on a -15C alpine start, I was reminded pretty powerfully of my last high-altitude expedition (up Aconcagua) where I’d sworn I’d never do this again 😂

The rush on the summit is always enough to make me forget, though, and there’s such a special satisfaction in reaching ✨la cumbre✨ after a glorious struggle through freezing, oxygen-poor air. 

We definitely do it for days like this! Not a cloud in the sky, almost windless, what a time to be alive at 6,438m 🤩

—
#illimani #cordillerareal #bolivia #bolivianmountaineering #lacumbre
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final summit in Bolivia: Illimani (6,438m) 🏔️✨ The imposing massif of Illimani absolutely dominates the skyline in La Paz, and after spending an entire month staring at the mountain from our 25th-floor apartment, it was pretty incredible to find myself on the summit— just one day before our departing flights. Even with so much “extra” time, we still came right down to the wire on the weather window for Illimani! With James sick at High Camp, I headed to the summit alone with our guide after several sleepless nights. And just like clockwork, above 6000m on a -15C alpine start, I was reminded pretty powerfully of my last high-altitude expedition (up Aconcagua) where I’d sworn I’d never do this again 😂 The rush on the summit is always enough to make me forget, though, and there’s such a special satisfaction in reaching ✨la cumbre✨ after a glorious struggle through freezing, oxygen-poor air. We definitely do it for days like this! Not a cloud in the sky, almost windless, what a time to be alive at 6,438m 🤩 — #illimani #cordillerareal #bolivia #bolivianmountaineering #lacumbre
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if you’ve ever thought bed should be on the ground, temps should be sub-zero, and air should have WAY less oxygen, allow me to recommend:

📍 Illimani High Camp (5,500m)

in all honesty, this was one of the most spectacular nights I’ve EVER spent in a tent, and Pachamama even hooked us up with perfectly calm conditions ahead of the big day 🤩🤩

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if you’ve ever thought bed should be on the ground, temps should be sub-zero, and air should have WAY less oxygen, allow me to recommend: 📍 Illimani High Camp (5,500m) in all honesty, this was one of the most spectacular nights I’ve EVER spent in a tent, and Pachamama even hooked us up with perfectly calm conditions ahead of the big day 🤩🤩 — #illimani #bolivia #cordillerareal #bolivianmountaineering #basecamp
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Huayna Potosi (6,088m) 🏔️

Easily the most famous mountain in Bolivia, offered as a ‘beginner friendly’ climb (after a one-day training course) for travellers who’ve never even worn crampons before, and often marketed for as little as $60 to the backpacker crowds who’re happy to cut corners for the best deal… I’ll admit I didn’t have super high expectations for Huayna Potosi.

Our ultimate goal in summiting was just to log some time at altitude— 6000m is another world, physiologically speaking, and I wanted James to experience the unique ✨agony✨ that is high-elevation mountaineering on an easier peak before we pushed even higher & harder over the coming months.

The route is like a compacted highway up the glacier, and we found ourselves stuck behind enormous, slow-moving groups at the start of our freezing ascent. It took several hours settle into our own rhythm, and only after a few breathless pushes through loose snow to pass other rope teams…

BUT THEN: the sunrise 🌅

Watching the first rays of light stretch above the clouds and set the entire Cordillera Real on fire, we were finally able to appreciate Huayna Potosi as more than just acclimatisation. 

This is a stunning mountain that we’d had the privilege of staring at from all of our previous 3 summits, and to finally be up here (first time over 6000m for James!) is a true accomplishment, regardless of the well-beaten track. We won’t soon forget this sunrise!

🥂 cheers to my husband for pushing through!!

—
#huaynapotosi #cordillerareal #bolivia #bolivianmountaineering #highaltitude
Huayna Potosi (6,088m) 🏔️

Easily the most famous mountain in Bolivia, offered as a ‘beginner friendly’ climb (after a one-day training course) for travellers who’ve never even worn crampons before, and often marketed for as little as $60 to the backpacker crowds who’re happy to cut corners for the best deal… I’ll admit I didn’t have super high expectations for Huayna Potosi.

Our ultimate goal in summiting was just to log some time at altitude— 6000m is another world, physiologically speaking, and I wanted James to experience the unique ✨agony✨ that is high-elevation mountaineering on an easier peak before we pushed even higher & harder over the coming months.

The route is like a compacted highway up the glacier, and we found ourselves stuck behind enormous, slow-moving groups at the start of our freezing ascent. It took several hours settle into our own rhythm, and only after a few breathless pushes through loose snow to pass other rope teams…

BUT THEN: the sunrise 🌅

Watching the first rays of light stretch above the clouds and set the entire Cordillera Real on fire, we were finally able to appreciate Huayna Potosi as more than just acclimatisation. 

This is a stunning mountain that we’d had the privilege of staring at from all of our previous 3 summits, and to finally be up here (first time over 6000m for James!) is a true accomplishment, regardless of the well-beaten track. We won’t soon forget this sunrise!

🥂 cheers to my husband for pushing through!!

—
#huaynapotosi #cordillerareal #bolivia #bolivianmountaineering #highaltitude
Huayna Potosi (6,088m) 🏔️

Easily the most famous mountain in Bolivia, offered as a ‘beginner friendly’ climb (after a one-day training course) for travellers who’ve never even worn crampons before, and often marketed for as little as $60 to the backpacker crowds who’re happy to cut corners for the best deal… I’ll admit I didn’t have super high expectations for Huayna Potosi.

Our ultimate goal in summiting was just to log some time at altitude— 6000m is another world, physiologically speaking, and I wanted James to experience the unique ✨agony✨ that is high-elevation mountaineering on an easier peak before we pushed even higher & harder over the coming months.

The route is like a compacted highway up the glacier, and we found ourselves stuck behind enormous, slow-moving groups at the start of our freezing ascent. It took several hours settle into our own rhythm, and only after a few breathless pushes through loose snow to pass other rope teams…

BUT THEN: the sunrise 🌅

Watching the first rays of light stretch above the clouds and set the entire Cordillera Real on fire, we were finally able to appreciate Huayna Potosi as more than just acclimatisation. 

This is a stunning mountain that we’d had the privilege of staring at from all of our previous 3 summits, and to finally be up here (first time over 6000m for James!) is a true accomplishment, regardless of the well-beaten track. We won’t soon forget this sunrise!

🥂 cheers to my husband for pushing through!!

—
#huaynapotosi #cordillerareal #bolivia #bolivianmountaineering #highaltitude
Huayna Potosi (6,088m) 🏔️

Easily the most famous mountain in Bolivia, offered as a ‘beginner friendly’ climb (after a one-day training course) for travellers who’ve never even worn crampons before, and often marketed for as little as $60 to the backpacker crowds who’re happy to cut corners for the best deal… I’ll admit I didn’t have super high expectations for Huayna Potosi.

Our ultimate goal in summiting was just to log some time at altitude— 6000m is another world, physiologically speaking, and I wanted James to experience the unique ✨agony✨ that is high-elevation mountaineering on an easier peak before we pushed even higher & harder over the coming months.

The route is like a compacted highway up the glacier, and we found ourselves stuck behind enormous, slow-moving groups at the start of our freezing ascent. It took several hours settle into our own rhythm, and only after a few breathless pushes through loose snow to pass other rope teams…

BUT THEN: the sunrise 🌅

Watching the first rays of light stretch above the clouds and set the entire Cordillera Real on fire, we were finally able to appreciate Huayna Potosi as more than just acclimatisation. 

This is a stunning mountain that we’d had the privilege of staring at from all of our previous 3 summits, and to finally be up here (first time over 6000m for James!) is a true accomplishment, regardless of the well-beaten track. We won’t soon forget this sunrise!

🥂 cheers to my husband for pushing through!!

—
#huaynapotosi #cordillerareal #bolivia #bolivianmountaineering #highaltitude
Huayna Potosi (6,088m) 🏔️

Easily the most famous mountain in Bolivia, offered as a ‘beginner friendly’ climb (after a one-day training course) for travellers who’ve never even worn crampons before, and often marketed for as little as $60 to the backpacker crowds who’re happy to cut corners for the best deal… I’ll admit I didn’t have super high expectations for Huayna Potosi.

Our ultimate goal in summiting was just to log some time at altitude— 6000m is another world, physiologically speaking, and I wanted James to experience the unique ✨agony✨ that is high-elevation mountaineering on an easier peak before we pushed even higher & harder over the coming months.

The route is like a compacted highway up the glacier, and we found ourselves stuck behind enormous, slow-moving groups at the start of our freezing ascent. It took several hours settle into our own rhythm, and only after a few breathless pushes through loose snow to pass other rope teams…

BUT THEN: the sunrise 🌅

Watching the first rays of light stretch above the clouds and set the entire Cordillera Real on fire, we were finally able to appreciate Huayna Potosi as more than just acclimatisation. 

This is a stunning mountain that we’d had the privilege of staring at from all of our previous 3 summits, and to finally be up here (first time over 6000m for James!) is a true accomplishment, regardless of the well-beaten track. We won’t soon forget this sunrise!

🥂 cheers to my husband for pushing through!!

—
#huaynapotosi #cordillerareal #bolivia #bolivianmountaineering #highaltitude
Huayna Potosi (6,088m) 🏔️

Easily the most famous mountain in Bolivia, offered as a ‘beginner friendly’ climb (after a one-day training course) for travellers who’ve never even worn crampons before, and often marketed for as little as $60 to the backpacker crowds who’re happy to cut corners for the best deal… I’ll admit I didn’t have super high expectations for Huayna Potosi.

Our ultimate goal in summiting was just to log some time at altitude— 6000m is another world, physiologically speaking, and I wanted James to experience the unique ✨agony✨ that is high-elevation mountaineering on an easier peak before we pushed even higher & harder over the coming months.

The route is like a compacted highway up the glacier, and we found ourselves stuck behind enormous, slow-moving groups at the start of our freezing ascent. It took several hours settle into our own rhythm, and only after a few breathless pushes through loose snow to pass other rope teams…

BUT THEN: the sunrise 🌅

Watching the first rays of light stretch above the clouds and set the entire Cordillera Real on fire, we were finally able to appreciate Huayna Potosi as more than just acclimatisation. 

This is a stunning mountain that we’d had the privilege of staring at from all of our previous 3 summits, and to finally be up here (first time over 6000m for James!) is a true accomplishment, regardless of the well-beaten track. We won’t soon forget this sunrise!

🥂 cheers to my husband for pushing through!!

—
#huaynapotosi #cordillerareal #bolivia #bolivianmountaineering #highaltitude
Huayna Potosi (6,088m) 🏔️

Easily the most famous mountain in Bolivia, offered as a ‘beginner friendly’ climb (after a one-day training course) for travellers who’ve never even worn crampons before, and often marketed for as little as $60 to the backpacker crowds who’re happy to cut corners for the best deal… I’ll admit I didn’t have super high expectations for Huayna Potosi.

Our ultimate goal in summiting was just to log some time at altitude— 6000m is another world, physiologically speaking, and I wanted James to experience the unique ✨agony✨ that is high-elevation mountaineering on an easier peak before we pushed even higher & harder over the coming months.

The route is like a compacted highway up the glacier, and we found ourselves stuck behind enormous, slow-moving groups at the start of our freezing ascent. It took several hours settle into our own rhythm, and only after a few breathless pushes through loose snow to pass other rope teams…

BUT THEN: the sunrise 🌅

Watching the first rays of light stretch above the clouds and set the entire Cordillera Real on fire, we were finally able to appreciate Huayna Potosi as more than just acclimatisation. 

This is a stunning mountain that we’d had the privilege of staring at from all of our previous 3 summits, and to finally be up here (first time over 6000m for James!) is a true accomplishment, regardless of the well-beaten track. We won’t soon forget this sunrise!

🥂 cheers to my husband for pushing through!!

—
#huaynapotosi #cordillerareal #bolivia #bolivianmountaineering #highaltitude
Huayna Potosi (6,088m) 🏔️

Easily the most famous mountain in Bolivia, offered as a ‘beginner friendly’ climb (after a one-day training course) for travellers who’ve never even worn crampons before, and often marketed for as little as $60 to the backpacker crowds who’re happy to cut corners for the best deal… I’ll admit I didn’t have super high expectations for Huayna Potosi.

Our ultimate goal in summiting was just to log some time at altitude— 6000m is another world, physiologically speaking, and I wanted James to experience the unique ✨agony✨ that is high-elevation mountaineering on an easier peak before we pushed even higher & harder over the coming months.

The route is like a compacted highway up the glacier, and we found ourselves stuck behind enormous, slow-moving groups at the start of our freezing ascent. It took several hours settle into our own rhythm, and only after a few breathless pushes through loose snow to pass other rope teams…

BUT THEN: the sunrise 🌅

Watching the first rays of light stretch above the clouds and set the entire Cordillera Real on fire, we were finally able to appreciate Huayna Potosi as more than just acclimatisation. 

This is a stunning mountain that we’d had the privilege of staring at from all of our previous 3 summits, and to finally be up here (first time over 6000m for James!) is a true accomplishment, regardless of the well-beaten track. We won’t soon forget this sunrise!

🥂 cheers to my husband for pushing through!!

—
#huaynapotosi #cordillerareal #bolivia #bolivianmountaineering #highaltitude
Huayna Potosi (6,088m) 🏔️

Easily the most famous mountain in Bolivia, offered as a ‘beginner friendly’ climb (after a one-day training course) for travellers who’ve never even worn crampons before, and often marketed for as little as $60 to the backpacker crowds who’re happy to cut corners for the best deal… I’ll admit I didn’t have super high expectations for Huayna Potosi.

Our ultimate goal in summiting was just to log some time at altitude— 6000m is another world, physiologically speaking, and I wanted James to experience the unique ✨agony✨ that is high-elevation mountaineering on an easier peak before we pushed even higher & harder over the coming months.

The route is like a compacted highway up the glacier, and we found ourselves stuck behind enormous, slow-moving groups at the start of our freezing ascent. It took several hours settle into our own rhythm, and only after a few breathless pushes through loose snow to pass other rope teams…

BUT THEN: the sunrise 🌅

Watching the first rays of light stretch above the clouds and set the entire Cordillera Real on fire, we were finally able to appreciate Huayna Potosi as more than just acclimatisation. 

This is a stunning mountain that we’d had the privilege of staring at from all of our previous 3 summits, and to finally be up here (first time over 6000m for James!) is a true accomplishment, regardless of the well-beaten track. We won’t soon forget this sunrise!

🥂 cheers to my husband for pushing through!!

—
#huaynapotosi #cordillerareal #bolivia #bolivianmountaineering #highaltitude
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Huayna Potosi (6,088m) 🏔️ Easily the most famous mountain in Bolivia, offered as a ‘beginner friendly’ climb (after a one-day training course) for travellers who’ve never even worn crampons before, and often marketed for as little as $60 to the backpacker crowds who’re happy to cut corners for the best deal… I’ll admit I didn’t have super high expectations for Huayna Potosi. Our ultimate goal in summiting was just to log some time at altitude— 6000m is another world, physiologically speaking, and I wanted James to experience the unique ✨agony✨ that is high-elevation mountaineering on an easier peak before we pushed even higher & harder over the coming months. The route is like a compacted highway up the glacier, and we found ourselves stuck behind enormous, slow-moving groups at the start of our freezing ascent. It took several hours settle into our own rhythm, and only after a few breathless pushes through loose snow to pass other rope teams… BUT THEN: the sunrise 🌅 Watching the first rays of light stretch above the clouds and set the entire Cordillera Real on fire, we were finally able to appreciate Huayna Potosi as more than just acclimatisation. This is a stunning mountain that we’d had the privilege of staring at from all of our previous 3 summits, and to finally be up here (first time over 6000m for James!) is a true accomplishment, regardless of the well-beaten track. We won’t soon forget this sunrise! 🥂 cheers to my husband for pushing through!! — #huaynapotosi #cordillerareal #bolivia #bolivianmountaineering #highaltitude
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Our 2nd & 3rd summits in Bolivia: Tarija (5,350m) & Pequeño Alpamayo (5,425m) 🏔️

After overnighting at the incredibly simple (but comfortable & blissfully indoor) refugio near Chiar Khota Lagoon, we got a 1am alpine start towards the as-of-yet-unseen summit of Pequeño Alpamayo— hiding behind a cluster of mountains in the range. 

The route is incredibly interesting, climbing gradually to the summit of Tarija Peak before dropping 70m on Class 3 rock down to the glacier again, then ascending more steeply up to the pyramidal summit of Pequeño Alpamayo. All the while, glimpses of Huayna Potosi (our next objective) peeking through sherbet clouds across the valley!

This was @jamesalsobeyond first true glacier climb and the varied ascent/descent over mixed terrain certainly kept things interesting, worthwhile prep for the much harder summits to come 😮‍💨

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Our 2nd & 3rd summits in Bolivia: Tarija (5,350m) & Pequeño Alpamayo (5,425m) 🏔️

After overnighting at the incredibly simple (but comfortable & blissfully indoor) refugio near Chiar Khota Lagoon, we got a 1am alpine start towards the as-of-yet-unseen summit of Pequeño Alpamayo— hiding behind a cluster of mountains in the range. 

The route is incredibly interesting, climbing gradually to the summit of Tarija Peak before dropping 70m on Class 3 rock down to the glacier again, then ascending more steeply up to the pyramidal summit of Pequeño Alpamayo. All the while, glimpses of Huayna Potosi (our next objective) peeking through sherbet clouds across the valley!

This was @jamesalsobeyond first true glacier climb and the varied ascent/descent over mixed terrain certainly kept things interesting, worthwhile prep for the much harder summits to come 😮‍💨

—
#pequeñoalpamayo #bolivia #cordillerareal #tarija #bolivianmountaineering
Our 2nd & 3rd summits in Bolivia: Tarija (5,350m) & Pequeño Alpamayo (5,425m) 🏔️

After overnighting at the incredibly simple (but comfortable & blissfully indoor) refugio near Chiar Khota Lagoon, we got a 1am alpine start towards the as-of-yet-unseen summit of Pequeño Alpamayo— hiding behind a cluster of mountains in the range. 

The route is incredibly interesting, climbing gradually to the summit of Tarija Peak before dropping 70m on Class 3 rock down to the glacier again, then ascending more steeply up to the pyramidal summit of Pequeño Alpamayo. All the while, glimpses of Huayna Potosi (our next objective) peeking through sherbet clouds across the valley!

This was @jamesalsobeyond first true glacier climb and the varied ascent/descent over mixed terrain certainly kept things interesting, worthwhile prep for the much harder summits to come 😮‍💨

—
#pequeñoalpamayo #bolivia #cordillerareal #tarija #bolivianmountaineering
Our 2nd & 3rd summits in Bolivia: Tarija (5,350m) & Pequeño Alpamayo (5,425m) 🏔️

After overnighting at the incredibly simple (but comfortable & blissfully indoor) refugio near Chiar Khota Lagoon, we got a 1am alpine start towards the as-of-yet-unseen summit of Pequeño Alpamayo— hiding behind a cluster of mountains in the range. 

The route is incredibly interesting, climbing gradually to the summit of Tarija Peak before dropping 70m on Class 3 rock down to the glacier again, then ascending more steeply up to the pyramidal summit of Pequeño Alpamayo. All the while, glimpses of Huayna Potosi (our next objective) peeking through sherbet clouds across the valley!

This was @jamesalsobeyond first true glacier climb and the varied ascent/descent over mixed terrain certainly kept things interesting, worthwhile prep for the much harder summits to come 😮‍💨

—
#pequeñoalpamayo #bolivia #cordillerareal #tarija #bolivianmountaineering
Our 2nd & 3rd summits in Bolivia: Tarija (5,350m) & Pequeño Alpamayo (5,425m) 🏔️

After overnighting at the incredibly simple (but comfortable & blissfully indoor) refugio near Chiar Khota Lagoon, we got a 1am alpine start towards the as-of-yet-unseen summit of Pequeño Alpamayo— hiding behind a cluster of mountains in the range. 

The route is incredibly interesting, climbing gradually to the summit of Tarija Peak before dropping 70m on Class 3 rock down to the glacier again, then ascending more steeply up to the pyramidal summit of Pequeño Alpamayo. All the while, glimpses of Huayna Potosi (our next objective) peeking through sherbet clouds across the valley!

This was @jamesalsobeyond first true glacier climb and the varied ascent/descent over mixed terrain certainly kept things interesting, worthwhile prep for the much harder summits to come 😮‍💨

—
#pequeñoalpamayo #bolivia #cordillerareal #tarija #bolivianmountaineering
Our 2nd & 3rd summits in Bolivia: Tarija (5,350m) & Pequeño Alpamayo (5,425m) 🏔️

After overnighting at the incredibly simple (but comfortable & blissfully indoor) refugio near Chiar Khota Lagoon, we got a 1am alpine start towards the as-of-yet-unseen summit of Pequeño Alpamayo— hiding behind a cluster of mountains in the range. 

The route is incredibly interesting, climbing gradually to the summit of Tarija Peak before dropping 70m on Class 3 rock down to the glacier again, then ascending more steeply up to the pyramidal summit of Pequeño Alpamayo. All the while, glimpses of Huayna Potosi (our next objective) peeking through sherbet clouds across the valley!

This was @jamesalsobeyond first true glacier climb and the varied ascent/descent over mixed terrain certainly kept things interesting, worthwhile prep for the much harder summits to come 😮‍💨

—
#pequeñoalpamayo #bolivia #cordillerareal #tarija #bolivianmountaineering
Our 2nd & 3rd summits in Bolivia: Tarija (5,350m) & Pequeño Alpamayo (5,425m) 🏔️

After overnighting at the incredibly simple (but comfortable & blissfully indoor) refugio near Chiar Khota Lagoon, we got a 1am alpine start towards the as-of-yet-unseen summit of Pequeño Alpamayo— hiding behind a cluster of mountains in the range. 

The route is incredibly interesting, climbing gradually to the summit of Tarija Peak before dropping 70m on Class 3 rock down to the glacier again, then ascending more steeply up to the pyramidal summit of Pequeño Alpamayo. All the while, glimpses of Huayna Potosi (our next objective) peeking through sherbet clouds across the valley!

This was @jamesalsobeyond first true glacier climb and the varied ascent/descent over mixed terrain certainly kept things interesting, worthwhile prep for the much harder summits to come 😮‍💨

—
#pequeñoalpamayo #bolivia #cordillerareal #tarija #bolivianmountaineering
Our 2nd & 3rd summits in Bolivia: Tarija (5,350m) & Pequeño Alpamayo (5,425m) 🏔️

After overnighting at the incredibly simple (but comfortable & blissfully indoor) refugio near Chiar Khota Lagoon, we got a 1am alpine start towards the as-of-yet-unseen summit of Pequeño Alpamayo— hiding behind a cluster of mountains in the range. 

The route is incredibly interesting, climbing gradually to the summit of Tarija Peak before dropping 70m on Class 3 rock down to the glacier again, then ascending more steeply up to the pyramidal summit of Pequeño Alpamayo. All the while, glimpses of Huayna Potosi (our next objective) peeking through sherbet clouds across the valley!

This was @jamesalsobeyond first true glacier climb and the varied ascent/descent over mixed terrain certainly kept things interesting, worthwhile prep for the much harder summits to come 😮‍💨

—
#pequeñoalpamayo #bolivia #cordillerareal #tarija #bolivianmountaineering
Our 2nd & 3rd summits in Bolivia: Tarija (5,350m) & Pequeño Alpamayo (5,425m) 🏔️

After overnighting at the incredibly simple (but comfortable & blissfully indoor) refugio near Chiar Khota Lagoon, we got a 1am alpine start towards the as-of-yet-unseen summit of Pequeño Alpamayo— hiding behind a cluster of mountains in the range. 

The route is incredibly interesting, climbing gradually to the summit of Tarija Peak before dropping 70m on Class 3 rock down to the glacier again, then ascending more steeply up to the pyramidal summit of Pequeño Alpamayo. All the while, glimpses of Huayna Potosi (our next objective) peeking through sherbet clouds across the valley!

This was @jamesalsobeyond first true glacier climb and the varied ascent/descent over mixed terrain certainly kept things interesting, worthwhile prep for the much harder summits to come 😮‍💨

—
#pequeñoalpamayo #bolivia #cordillerareal #tarija #bolivianmountaineering
Our 2nd & 3rd summits in Bolivia: Tarija (5,350m) & Pequeño Alpamayo (5,425m) 🏔️

After overnighting at the incredibly simple (but comfortable & blissfully indoor) refugio near Chiar Khota Lagoon, we got a 1am alpine start towards the as-of-yet-unseen summit of Pequeño Alpamayo— hiding behind a cluster of mountains in the range. 

The route is incredibly interesting, climbing gradually to the summit of Tarija Peak before dropping 70m on Class 3 rock down to the glacier again, then ascending more steeply up to the pyramidal summit of Pequeño Alpamayo. All the while, glimpses of Huayna Potosi (our next objective) peeking through sherbet clouds across the valley!

This was @jamesalsobeyond first true glacier climb and the varied ascent/descent over mixed terrain certainly kept things interesting, worthwhile prep for the much harder summits to come 😮‍💨

—
#pequeñoalpamayo #bolivia #cordillerareal #tarija #bolivianmountaineering
Our 2nd & 3rd summits in Bolivia: Tarija (5,350m) & Pequeño Alpamayo (5,425m) 🏔️

After overnighting at the incredibly simple (but comfortable & blissfully indoor) refugio near Chiar Khota Lagoon, we got a 1am alpine start towards the as-of-yet-unseen summit of Pequeño Alpamayo— hiding behind a cluster of mountains in the range. 

The route is incredibly interesting, climbing gradually to the summit of Tarija Peak before dropping 70m on Class 3 rock down to the glacier again, then ascending more steeply up to the pyramidal summit of Pequeño Alpamayo. All the while, glimpses of Huayna Potosi (our next objective) peeking through sherbet clouds across the valley!

This was @jamesalsobeyond first true glacier climb and the varied ascent/descent over mixed terrain certainly kept things interesting, worthwhile prep for the much harder summits to come 😮‍💨

—
#pequeñoalpamayo #bolivia #cordillerareal #tarija #bolivianmountaineering
Our 2nd & 3rd summits in Bolivia: Tarija (5,350m) & Pequeño Alpamayo (5,425m) 🏔️

After overnighting at the incredibly simple (but comfortable & blissfully indoor) refugio near Chiar Khota Lagoon, we got a 1am alpine start towards the as-of-yet-unseen summit of Pequeño Alpamayo— hiding behind a cluster of mountains in the range. 

The route is incredibly interesting, climbing gradually to the summit of Tarija Peak before dropping 70m on Class 3 rock down to the glacier again, then ascending more steeply up to the pyramidal summit of Pequeño Alpamayo. All the while, glimpses of Huayna Potosi (our next objective) peeking through sherbet clouds across the valley!

This was @jamesalsobeyond first true glacier climb and the varied ascent/descent over mixed terrain certainly kept things interesting, worthwhile prep for the much harder summits to come 😮‍💨

—
#pequeñoalpamayo #bolivia #cordillerareal #tarija #bolivianmountaineering
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Our 2nd & 3rd summits in Bolivia: Tarija (5,350m) & Pequeño Alpamayo (5,425m) 🏔️ After overnighting at the incredibly simple (but comfortable & blissfully indoor) refugio near Chiar Khota Lagoon, we got a 1am alpine start towards the as-of-yet-unseen summit of Pequeño Alpamayo— hiding behind a cluster of mountains in the range. The route is incredibly interesting, climbing gradually to the summit of Tarija Peak before dropping 70m on Class 3 rock down to the glacier again, then ascending more steeply up to the pyramidal summit of Pequeño Alpamayo. All the while, glimpses of Huayna Potosi (our next objective) peeking through sherbet clouds across the valley! This was @jamesalsobeyond first true glacier climb and the varied ascent/descent over mixed terrain certainly kept things interesting, worthwhile prep for the much harder summits to come 😮‍💨 — #pequeñoalpamayo #bolivia #cordillerareal #tarija #bolivianmountaineering
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We just wrapped up an entire month of high-elevation climbing in Bolivia and, for something that started out as acclimatisation for our “main event” in the Himalayas, these ended up being some of the coolest summits I’ve ever done!

It’s been more than a decade since I’d last been here, and it was pretty amazing to see how La Paz has changed in that time— from a humble little Andean town to a vibrant world city. And of course, even more amazing to see the landscape from a totally new perspective, high above the clouds!

With the luxury of time to acclimatise slowly, we rented an apartment in the city and started off our visit with about 10 days spent puffing around La Paz (3,650m) and nearby El Alto (4,150m)— the highest elevation city in the world— before heading into the mountains for summit attempt no.1 on Pico Austria!

Pico Austria is just a hike, by far the easiest and least technical of all the summits we’d be attempting this month, but it was absolutely beautiful and a great opportunity to get to 5,350m and start breathing hard 😮‍💨

—
#picoaustria #lapaz #bolivia #cordillerareal #bolivianmountaineering
We just wrapped up an entire month of high-elevation climbing in Bolivia and, for something that started out as acclimatisation for our “main event” in the Himalayas, these ended up being some of the coolest summits I’ve ever done!

It’s been more than a decade since I’d last been here, and it was pretty amazing to see how La Paz has changed in that time— from a humble little Andean town to a vibrant world city. And of course, even more amazing to see the landscape from a totally new perspective, high above the clouds!

With the luxury of time to acclimatise slowly, we rented an apartment in the city and started off our visit with about 10 days spent puffing around La Paz (3,650m) and nearby El Alto (4,150m)— the highest elevation city in the world— before heading into the mountains for summit attempt no.1 on Pico Austria!

Pico Austria is just a hike, by far the easiest and least technical of all the summits we’d be attempting this month, but it was absolutely beautiful and a great opportunity to get to 5,350m and start breathing hard 😮‍💨

—
#picoaustria #lapaz #bolivia #cordillerareal #bolivianmountaineering
We just wrapped up an entire month of high-elevation climbing in Bolivia and, for something that started out as acclimatisation for our “main event” in the Himalayas, these ended up being some of the coolest summits I’ve ever done!

It’s been more than a decade since I’d last been here, and it was pretty amazing to see how La Paz has changed in that time— from a humble little Andean town to a vibrant world city. And of course, even more amazing to see the landscape from a totally new perspective, high above the clouds!

With the luxury of time to acclimatise slowly, we rented an apartment in the city and started off our visit with about 10 days spent puffing around La Paz (3,650m) and nearby El Alto (4,150m)— the highest elevation city in the world— before heading into the mountains for summit attempt no.1 on Pico Austria!

Pico Austria is just a hike, by far the easiest and least technical of all the summits we’d be attempting this month, but it was absolutely beautiful and a great opportunity to get to 5,350m and start breathing hard 😮‍💨

—
#picoaustria #lapaz #bolivia #cordillerareal #bolivianmountaineering
We just wrapped up an entire month of high-elevation climbing in Bolivia and, for something that started out as acclimatisation for our “main event” in the Himalayas, these ended up being some of the coolest summits I’ve ever done!

It’s been more than a decade since I’d last been here, and it was pretty amazing to see how La Paz has changed in that time— from a humble little Andean town to a vibrant world city. And of course, even more amazing to see the landscape from a totally new perspective, high above the clouds!

With the luxury of time to acclimatise slowly, we rented an apartment in the city and started off our visit with about 10 days spent puffing around La Paz (3,650m) and nearby El Alto (4,150m)— the highest elevation city in the world— before heading into the mountains for summit attempt no.1 on Pico Austria!

Pico Austria is just a hike, by far the easiest and least technical of all the summits we’d be attempting this month, but it was absolutely beautiful and a great opportunity to get to 5,350m and start breathing hard 😮‍💨

—
#picoaustria #lapaz #bolivia #cordillerareal #bolivianmountaineering
We just wrapped up an entire month of high-elevation climbing in Bolivia and, for something that started out as acclimatisation for our “main event” in the Himalayas, these ended up being some of the coolest summits I’ve ever done!

It’s been more than a decade since I’d last been here, and it was pretty amazing to see how La Paz has changed in that time— from a humble little Andean town to a vibrant world city. And of course, even more amazing to see the landscape from a totally new perspective, high above the clouds!

With the luxury of time to acclimatise slowly, we rented an apartment in the city and started off our visit with about 10 days spent puffing around La Paz (3,650m) and nearby El Alto (4,150m)— the highest elevation city in the world— before heading into the mountains for summit attempt no.1 on Pico Austria!

Pico Austria is just a hike, by far the easiest and least technical of all the summits we’d be attempting this month, but it was absolutely beautiful and a great opportunity to get to 5,350m and start breathing hard 😮‍💨

—
#picoaustria #lapaz #bolivia #cordillerareal #bolivianmountaineering
We just wrapped up an entire month of high-elevation climbing in Bolivia and, for something that started out as acclimatisation for our “main event” in the Himalayas, these ended up being some of the coolest summits I’ve ever done!

It’s been more than a decade since I’d last been here, and it was pretty amazing to see how La Paz has changed in that time— from a humble little Andean town to a vibrant world city. And of course, even more amazing to see the landscape from a totally new perspective, high above the clouds!

With the luxury of time to acclimatise slowly, we rented an apartment in the city and started off our visit with about 10 days spent puffing around La Paz (3,650m) and nearby El Alto (4,150m)— the highest elevation city in the world— before heading into the mountains for summit attempt no.1 on Pico Austria!

Pico Austria is just a hike, by far the easiest and least technical of all the summits we’d be attempting this month, but it was absolutely beautiful and a great opportunity to get to 5,350m and start breathing hard 😮‍💨

—
#picoaustria #lapaz #bolivia #cordillerareal #bolivianmountaineering
We just wrapped up an entire month of high-elevation climbing in Bolivia and, for something that started out as acclimatisation for our “main event” in the Himalayas, these ended up being some of the coolest summits I’ve ever done!

It’s been more than a decade since I’d last been here, and it was pretty amazing to see how La Paz has changed in that time— from a humble little Andean town to a vibrant world city. And of course, even more amazing to see the landscape from a totally new perspective, high above the clouds!

With the luxury of time to acclimatise slowly, we rented an apartment in the city and started off our visit with about 10 days spent puffing around La Paz (3,650m) and nearby El Alto (4,150m)— the highest elevation city in the world— before heading into the mountains for summit attempt no.1 on Pico Austria!

Pico Austria is just a hike, by far the easiest and least technical of all the summits we’d be attempting this month, but it was absolutely beautiful and a great opportunity to get to 5,350m and start breathing hard 😮‍💨

—
#picoaustria #lapaz #bolivia #cordillerareal #bolivianmountaineering
We just wrapped up an entire month of high-elevation climbing in Bolivia and, for something that started out as acclimatisation for our “main event” in the Himalayas, these ended up being some of the coolest summits I’ve ever done!

It’s been more than a decade since I’d last been here, and it was pretty amazing to see how La Paz has changed in that time— from a humble little Andean town to a vibrant world city. And of course, even more amazing to see the landscape from a totally new perspective, high above the clouds!

With the luxury of time to acclimatise slowly, we rented an apartment in the city and started off our visit with about 10 days spent puffing around La Paz (3,650m) and nearby El Alto (4,150m)— the highest elevation city in the world— before heading into the mountains for summit attempt no.1 on Pico Austria!

Pico Austria is just a hike, by far the easiest and least technical of all the summits we’d be attempting this month, but it was absolutely beautiful and a great opportunity to get to 5,350m and start breathing hard 😮‍💨

—
#picoaustria #lapaz #bolivia #cordillerareal #bolivianmountaineering
We just wrapped up an entire month of high-elevation climbing in Bolivia and, for something that started out as acclimatisation for our “main event” in the Himalayas, these ended up being some of the coolest summits I’ve ever done!

It’s been more than a decade since I’d last been here, and it was pretty amazing to see how La Paz has changed in that time— from a humble little Andean town to a vibrant world city. And of course, even more amazing to see the landscape from a totally new perspective, high above the clouds!

With the luxury of time to acclimatise slowly, we rented an apartment in the city and started off our visit with about 10 days spent puffing around La Paz (3,650m) and nearby El Alto (4,150m)— the highest elevation city in the world— before heading into the mountains for summit attempt no.1 on Pico Austria!

Pico Austria is just a hike, by far the easiest and least technical of all the summits we’d be attempting this month, but it was absolutely beautiful and a great opportunity to get to 5,350m and start breathing hard 😮‍💨

—
#picoaustria #lapaz #bolivia #cordillerareal #bolivianmountaineering
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We just wrapped up an entire month of high-elevation climbing in Bolivia and, for something that started out as acclimatisation for our “main event” in the Himalayas, these ended up being some of the coolest summits I’ve ever done! It’s been more than a decade since I’d last been here, and it was pretty amazing to see how La Paz has changed in that time— from a humble little Andean town to a vibrant world city. And of course, even more amazing to see the landscape from a totally new perspective, high above the clouds! With the luxury of time to acclimatise slowly, we rented an apartment in the city and started off our visit with about 10 days spent puffing around La Paz (3,650m) and nearby El Alto (4,150m)— the highest elevation city in the world— before heading into the mountains for summit attempt no.1 on Pico Austria! Pico Austria is just a hike, by far the easiest and least technical of all the summits we’d be attempting this month, but it was absolutely beautiful and a great opportunity to get to 5,350m and start breathing hard 😮‍💨 — #picoaustria #lapaz #bolivia #cordillerareal #bolivianmountaineering
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Neither of us has ever been the type to fantasise about our someday-wedding. We didn’t have a colour palette or a dream venue or a pinterest board (apparent blasphemy), and when we got engaged nearly 20 months ago, we had truly no idea if we’d be able to pull off an international wedding with friends scattered all over the world. 

But the idea for a wild Icelandic wedding grew out of our deep love for this island— somewhere we feel endlessly inspired, returning again & again to wander remote valleys and scramble up dramatic mountains and camp beneath glaciers. 

It became our dream that we’d bring all our favourite people together here not just for one evening, but for an epic week-long adventure— the most Brooke & James version of a wedding we could imagine.

And so we rented a huge party house (with a 20-person hot tub 🔥) in a quiet northern fjord and hoped it would all come together.

We soaked, we hiked, we danced, we saw about one million puffins, we ate & drank like it was going out of style, and we enjoyed long days with everyone who travelled SO FARKING FAR (up to 35hrs 🇦🇺) to be here with us. Our hearts have never been so full.

There are a million thank yas owed to our friends for making this week possible. The way we had people out gathering flowers for our tables, cooking  shared meals for the whole house, coordinating event prep long after we’d gone to bed, ironing our outfits, delivering amazing speeches (& officiating our wedding!), waking up early to do every single step of my hair and make-up, preparing SIX ROUNDS of themed cocktails, learning cords on the wedding day so we could have acoustic entrance music… we’re crying just writing this.

It finally makes sense why people say their wedding was the happiest day of their lives. We have never felt so loved, so supported, so genuinely grateful for the way people showed up for us this past week in Iceland. 

We would’ve been happy getting married in a dank cave by ourselves (just for the love), but our friends truly made this the wedding of our dreams 🥹

& special shout-out to our friend & favourite photographer @norrisniman for always bringing the vibes
Neither of us has ever been the type to fantasise about our someday-wedding. We didn’t have a colour palette or a dream venue or a pinterest board (apparent blasphemy), and when we got engaged nearly 20 months ago, we had truly no idea if we’d be able to pull off an international wedding with friends scattered all over the world. 

But the idea for a wild Icelandic wedding grew out of our deep love for this island— somewhere we feel endlessly inspired, returning again & again to wander remote valleys and scramble up dramatic mountains and camp beneath glaciers. 

It became our dream that we’d bring all our favourite people together here not just for one evening, but for an epic week-long adventure— the most Brooke & James version of a wedding we could imagine.

And so we rented a huge party house (with a 20-person hot tub 🔥) in a quiet northern fjord and hoped it would all come together.

We soaked, we hiked, we danced, we saw about one million puffins, we ate & drank like it was going out of style, and we enjoyed long days with everyone who travelled SO FARKING FAR (up to 35hrs 🇦🇺) to be here with us. Our hearts have never been so full.

There are a million thank yas owed to our friends for making this week possible. The way we had people out gathering flowers for our tables, cooking  shared meals for the whole house, coordinating event prep long after we’d gone to bed, ironing our outfits, delivering amazing speeches (& officiating our wedding!), waking up early to do every single step of my hair and make-up, preparing SIX ROUNDS of themed cocktails, learning cords on the wedding day so we could have acoustic entrance music… we’re crying just writing this.

It finally makes sense why people say their wedding was the happiest day of their lives. We have never felt so loved, so supported, so genuinely grateful for the way people showed up for us this past week in Iceland. 

We would’ve been happy getting married in a dank cave by ourselves (just for the love), but our friends truly made this the wedding of our dreams 🥹

& special shout-out to our friend & favourite photographer @norrisniman for always bringing the vibes
Neither of us has ever been the type to fantasise about our someday-wedding. We didn’t have a colour palette or a dream venue or a pinterest board (apparent blasphemy), and when we got engaged nearly 20 months ago, we had truly no idea if we’d be able to pull off an international wedding with friends scattered all over the world. 

But the idea for a wild Icelandic wedding grew out of our deep love for this island— somewhere we feel endlessly inspired, returning again & again to wander remote valleys and scramble up dramatic mountains and camp beneath glaciers. 

It became our dream that we’d bring all our favourite people together here not just for one evening, but for an epic week-long adventure— the most Brooke & James version of a wedding we could imagine.

And so we rented a huge party house (with a 20-person hot tub 🔥) in a quiet northern fjord and hoped it would all come together.

We soaked, we hiked, we danced, we saw about one million puffins, we ate & drank like it was going out of style, and we enjoyed long days with everyone who travelled SO FARKING FAR (up to 35hrs 🇦🇺) to be here with us. Our hearts have never been so full.

There are a million thank yas owed to our friends for making this week possible. The way we had people out gathering flowers for our tables, cooking  shared meals for the whole house, coordinating event prep long after we’d gone to bed, ironing our outfits, delivering amazing speeches (& officiating our wedding!), waking up early to do every single step of my hair and make-up, preparing SIX ROUNDS of themed cocktails, learning cords on the wedding day so we could have acoustic entrance music… we’re crying just writing this.

It finally makes sense why people say their wedding was the happiest day of their lives. We have never felt so loved, so supported, so genuinely grateful for the way people showed up for us this past week in Iceland. 

We would’ve been happy getting married in a dank cave by ourselves (just for the love), but our friends truly made this the wedding of our dreams 🥹

& special shout-out to our friend & favourite photographer @norrisniman for always bringing the vibes
Neither of us has ever been the type to fantasise about our someday-wedding. We didn’t have a colour palette or a dream venue or a pinterest board (apparent blasphemy), and when we got engaged nearly 20 months ago, we had truly no idea if we’d be able to pull off an international wedding with friends scattered all over the world. 

But the idea for a wild Icelandic wedding grew out of our deep love for this island— somewhere we feel endlessly inspired, returning again & again to wander remote valleys and scramble up dramatic mountains and camp beneath glaciers. 

It became our dream that we’d bring all our favourite people together here not just for one evening, but for an epic week-long adventure— the most Brooke & James version of a wedding we could imagine.

And so we rented a huge party house (with a 20-person hot tub 🔥) in a quiet northern fjord and hoped it would all come together.

We soaked, we hiked, we danced, we saw about one million puffins, we ate & drank like it was going out of style, and we enjoyed long days with everyone who travelled SO FARKING FAR (up to 35hrs 🇦🇺) to be here with us. Our hearts have never been so full.

There are a million thank yas owed to our friends for making this week possible. The way we had people out gathering flowers for our tables, cooking  shared meals for the whole house, coordinating event prep long after we’d gone to bed, ironing our outfits, delivering amazing speeches (& officiating our wedding!), waking up early to do every single step of my hair and make-up, preparing SIX ROUNDS of themed cocktails, learning cords on the wedding day so we could have acoustic entrance music… we’re crying just writing this.

It finally makes sense why people say their wedding was the happiest day of their lives. We have never felt so loved, so supported, so genuinely grateful for the way people showed up for us this past week in Iceland. 

We would’ve been happy getting married in a dank cave by ourselves (just for the love), but our friends truly made this the wedding of our dreams 🥹

& special shout-out to our friend & favourite photographer @norrisniman for always bringing the vibes
Neither of us has ever been the type to fantasise about our someday-wedding. We didn’t have a colour palette or a dream venue or a pinterest board (apparent blasphemy), and when we got engaged nearly 20 months ago, we had truly no idea if we’d be able to pull off an international wedding with friends scattered all over the world. 

But the idea for a wild Icelandic wedding grew out of our deep love for this island— somewhere we feel endlessly inspired, returning again & again to wander remote valleys and scramble up dramatic mountains and camp beneath glaciers. 

It became our dream that we’d bring all our favourite people together here not just for one evening, but for an epic week-long adventure— the most Brooke & James version of a wedding we could imagine.

And so we rented a huge party house (with a 20-person hot tub 🔥) in a quiet northern fjord and hoped it would all come together.

We soaked, we hiked, we danced, we saw about one million puffins, we ate & drank like it was going out of style, and we enjoyed long days with everyone who travelled SO FARKING FAR (up to 35hrs 🇦🇺) to be here with us. Our hearts have never been so full.

There are a million thank yas owed to our friends for making this week possible. The way we had people out gathering flowers for our tables, cooking  shared meals for the whole house, coordinating event prep long after we’d gone to bed, ironing our outfits, delivering amazing speeches (& officiating our wedding!), waking up early to do every single step of my hair and make-up, preparing SIX ROUNDS of themed cocktails, learning cords on the wedding day so we could have acoustic entrance music… we’re crying just writing this.

It finally makes sense why people say their wedding was the happiest day of their lives. We have never felt so loved, so supported, so genuinely grateful for the way people showed up for us this past week in Iceland. 

We would’ve been happy getting married in a dank cave by ourselves (just for the love), but our friends truly made this the wedding of our dreams 🥹

& special shout-out to our friend & favourite photographer @norrisniman for always bringing the vibes
Neither of us has ever been the type to fantasise about our someday-wedding. We didn’t have a colour palette or a dream venue or a pinterest board (apparent blasphemy), and when we got engaged nearly 20 months ago, we had truly no idea if we’d be able to pull off an international wedding with friends scattered all over the world. 

But the idea for a wild Icelandic wedding grew out of our deep love for this island— somewhere we feel endlessly inspired, returning again & again to wander remote valleys and scramble up dramatic mountains and camp beneath glaciers. 

It became our dream that we’d bring all our favourite people together here not just for one evening, but for an epic week-long adventure— the most Brooke & James version of a wedding we could imagine.

And so we rented a huge party house (with a 20-person hot tub 🔥) in a quiet northern fjord and hoped it would all come together.

We soaked, we hiked, we danced, we saw about one million puffins, we ate & drank like it was going out of style, and we enjoyed long days with everyone who travelled SO FARKING FAR (up to 35hrs 🇦🇺) to be here with us. Our hearts have never been so full.

There are a million thank yas owed to our friends for making this week possible. The way we had people out gathering flowers for our tables, cooking  shared meals for the whole house, coordinating event prep long after we’d gone to bed, ironing our outfits, delivering amazing speeches (& officiating our wedding!), waking up early to do every single step of my hair and make-up, preparing SIX ROUNDS of themed cocktails, learning cords on the wedding day so we could have acoustic entrance music… we’re crying just writing this.

It finally makes sense why people say their wedding was the happiest day of their lives. We have never felt so loved, so supported, so genuinely grateful for the way people showed up for us this past week in Iceland. 

We would’ve been happy getting married in a dank cave by ourselves (just for the love), but our friends truly made this the wedding of our dreams 🥹

& special shout-out to our friend & favourite photographer @norrisniman for always bringing the vibes
Neither of us has ever been the type to fantasise about our someday-wedding. We didn’t have a colour palette or a dream venue or a pinterest board (apparent blasphemy), and when we got engaged nearly 20 months ago, we had truly no idea if we’d be able to pull off an international wedding with friends scattered all over the world. 

But the idea for a wild Icelandic wedding grew out of our deep love for this island— somewhere we feel endlessly inspired, returning again & again to wander remote valleys and scramble up dramatic mountains and camp beneath glaciers. 

It became our dream that we’d bring all our favourite people together here not just for one evening, but for an epic week-long adventure— the most Brooke & James version of a wedding we could imagine.

And so we rented a huge party house (with a 20-person hot tub 🔥) in a quiet northern fjord and hoped it would all come together.

We soaked, we hiked, we danced, we saw about one million puffins, we ate & drank like it was going out of style, and we enjoyed long days with everyone who travelled SO FARKING FAR (up to 35hrs 🇦🇺) to be here with us. Our hearts have never been so full.

There are a million thank yas owed to our friends for making this week possible. The way we had people out gathering flowers for our tables, cooking  shared meals for the whole house, coordinating event prep long after we’d gone to bed, ironing our outfits, delivering amazing speeches (& officiating our wedding!), waking up early to do every single step of my hair and make-up, preparing SIX ROUNDS of themed cocktails, learning cords on the wedding day so we could have acoustic entrance music… we’re crying just writing this.

It finally makes sense why people say their wedding was the happiest day of their lives. We have never felt so loved, so supported, so genuinely grateful for the way people showed up for us this past week in Iceland. 

We would’ve been happy getting married in a dank cave by ourselves (just for the love), but our friends truly made this the wedding of our dreams 🥹

& special shout-out to our friend & favourite photographer @norrisniman for always bringing the vibes
Neither of us has ever been the type to fantasise about our someday-wedding. We didn’t have a colour palette or a dream venue or a pinterest board (apparent blasphemy), and when we got engaged nearly 20 months ago, we had truly no idea if we’d be able to pull off an international wedding with friends scattered all over the world. 

But the idea for a wild Icelandic wedding grew out of our deep love for this island— somewhere we feel endlessly inspired, returning again & again to wander remote valleys and scramble up dramatic mountains and camp beneath glaciers. 

It became our dream that we’d bring all our favourite people together here not just for one evening, but for an epic week-long adventure— the most Brooke & James version of a wedding we could imagine.

And so we rented a huge party house (with a 20-person hot tub 🔥) in a quiet northern fjord and hoped it would all come together.

We soaked, we hiked, we danced, we saw about one million puffins, we ate & drank like it was going out of style, and we enjoyed long days with everyone who travelled SO FARKING FAR (up to 35hrs 🇦🇺) to be here with us. Our hearts have never been so full.

There are a million thank yas owed to our friends for making this week possible. The way we had people out gathering flowers for our tables, cooking  shared meals for the whole house, coordinating event prep long after we’d gone to bed, ironing our outfits, delivering amazing speeches (& officiating our wedding!), waking up early to do every single step of my hair and make-up, preparing SIX ROUNDS of themed cocktails, learning cords on the wedding day so we could have acoustic entrance music… we’re crying just writing this.

It finally makes sense why people say their wedding was the happiest day of their lives. We have never felt so loved, so supported, so genuinely grateful for the way people showed up for us this past week in Iceland. 

We would’ve been happy getting married in a dank cave by ourselves (just for the love), but our friends truly made this the wedding of our dreams 🥹

& special shout-out to our friend & favourite photographer @norrisniman for always bringing the vibes
Neither of us has ever been the type to fantasise about our someday-wedding. We didn’t have a colour palette or a dream venue or a pinterest board (apparent blasphemy), and when we got engaged nearly 20 months ago, we had truly no idea if we’d be able to pull off an international wedding with friends scattered all over the world. 

But the idea for a wild Icelandic wedding grew out of our deep love for this island— somewhere we feel endlessly inspired, returning again & again to wander remote valleys and scramble up dramatic mountains and camp beneath glaciers. 

It became our dream that we’d bring all our favourite people together here not just for one evening, but for an epic week-long adventure— the most Brooke & James version of a wedding we could imagine.

And so we rented a huge party house (with a 20-person hot tub 🔥) in a quiet northern fjord and hoped it would all come together.

We soaked, we hiked, we danced, we saw about one million puffins, we ate & drank like it was going out of style, and we enjoyed long days with everyone who travelled SO FARKING FAR (up to 35hrs 🇦🇺) to be here with us. Our hearts have never been so full.

There are a million thank yas owed to our friends for making this week possible. The way we had people out gathering flowers for our tables, cooking  shared meals for the whole house, coordinating event prep long after we’d gone to bed, ironing our outfits, delivering amazing speeches (& officiating our wedding!), waking up early to do every single step of my hair and make-up, preparing SIX ROUNDS of themed cocktails, learning cords on the wedding day so we could have acoustic entrance music… we’re crying just writing this.

It finally makes sense why people say their wedding was the happiest day of their lives. We have never felt so loved, so supported, so genuinely grateful for the way people showed up for us this past week in Iceland. 

We would’ve been happy getting married in a dank cave by ourselves (just for the love), but our friends truly made this the wedding of our dreams 🥹

& special shout-out to our friend & favourite photographer @norrisniman for always bringing the vibes
Neither of us has ever been the type to fantasise about our someday-wedding. We didn’t have a colour palette or a dream venue or a pinterest board (apparent blasphemy), and when we got engaged nearly 20 months ago, we had truly no idea if we’d be able to pull off an international wedding with friends scattered all over the world. 

But the idea for a wild Icelandic wedding grew out of our deep love for this island— somewhere we feel endlessly inspired, returning again & again to wander remote valleys and scramble up dramatic mountains and camp beneath glaciers. 

It became our dream that we’d bring all our favourite people together here not just for one evening, but for an epic week-long adventure— the most Brooke & James version of a wedding we could imagine.

And so we rented a huge party house (with a 20-person hot tub 🔥) in a quiet northern fjord and hoped it would all come together.

We soaked, we hiked, we danced, we saw about one million puffins, we ate & drank like it was going out of style, and we enjoyed long days with everyone who travelled SO FARKING FAR (up to 35hrs 🇦🇺) to be here with us. Our hearts have never been so full.

There are a million thank yas owed to our friends for making this week possible. The way we had people out gathering flowers for our tables, cooking  shared meals for the whole house, coordinating event prep long after we’d gone to bed, ironing our outfits, delivering amazing speeches (& officiating our wedding!), waking up early to do every single step of my hair and make-up, preparing SIX ROUNDS of themed cocktails, learning cords on the wedding day so we could have acoustic entrance music… we’re crying just writing this.

It finally makes sense why people say their wedding was the happiest day of their lives. We have never felt so loved, so supported, so genuinely grateful for the way people showed up for us this past week in Iceland. 

We would’ve been happy getting married in a dank cave by ourselves (just for the love), but our friends truly made this the wedding of our dreams 🥹

& special shout-out to our friend & favourite photographer @norrisniman for always bringing the vibes
Neither of us has ever been the type to fantasise about our someday-wedding. We didn’t have a colour palette or a dream venue or a pinterest board (apparent blasphemy), and when we got engaged nearly 20 months ago, we had truly no idea if we’d be able to pull off an international wedding with friends scattered all over the world. 

But the idea for a wild Icelandic wedding grew out of our deep love for this island— somewhere we feel endlessly inspired, returning again & again to wander remote valleys and scramble up dramatic mountains and camp beneath glaciers. 

It became our dream that we’d bring all our favourite people together here not just for one evening, but for an epic week-long adventure— the most Brooke & James version of a wedding we could imagine.

And so we rented a huge party house (with a 20-person hot tub 🔥) in a quiet northern fjord and hoped it would all come together.

We soaked, we hiked, we danced, we saw about one million puffins, we ate & drank like it was going out of style, and we enjoyed long days with everyone who travelled SO FARKING FAR (up to 35hrs 🇦🇺) to be here with us. Our hearts have never been so full.

There are a million thank yas owed to our friends for making this week possible. The way we had people out gathering flowers for our tables, cooking  shared meals for the whole house, coordinating event prep long after we’d gone to bed, ironing our outfits, delivering amazing speeches (& officiating our wedding!), waking up early to do every single step of my hair and make-up, preparing SIX ROUNDS of themed cocktails, learning cords on the wedding day so we could have acoustic entrance music… we’re crying just writing this.

It finally makes sense why people say their wedding was the happiest day of their lives. We have never felt so loved, so supported, so genuinely grateful for the way people showed up for us this past week in Iceland. 

We would’ve been happy getting married in a dank cave by ourselves (just for the love), but our friends truly made this the wedding of our dreams 🥹

& special shout-out to our friend & favourite photographer @norrisniman for always bringing the vibes
Neither of us has ever been the type to fantasise about our someday-wedding. We didn’t have a colour palette or a dream venue or a pinterest board (apparent blasphemy), and when we got engaged nearly 20 months ago, we had truly no idea if we’d be able to pull off an international wedding with friends scattered all over the world. 

But the idea for a wild Icelandic wedding grew out of our deep love for this island— somewhere we feel endlessly inspired, returning again & again to wander remote valleys and scramble up dramatic mountains and camp beneath glaciers. 

It became our dream that we’d bring all our favourite people together here not just for one evening, but for an epic week-long adventure— the most Brooke & James version of a wedding we could imagine.

And so we rented a huge party house (with a 20-person hot tub 🔥) in a quiet northern fjord and hoped it would all come together.

We soaked, we hiked, we danced, we saw about one million puffins, we ate & drank like it was going out of style, and we enjoyed long days with everyone who travelled SO FARKING FAR (up to 35hrs 🇦🇺) to be here with us. Our hearts have never been so full.

There are a million thank yas owed to our friends for making this week possible. The way we had people out gathering flowers for our tables, cooking  shared meals for the whole house, coordinating event prep long after we’d gone to bed, ironing our outfits, delivering amazing speeches (& officiating our wedding!), waking up early to do every single step of my hair and make-up, preparing SIX ROUNDS of themed cocktails, learning cords on the wedding day so we could have acoustic entrance music… we’re crying just writing this.

It finally makes sense why people say their wedding was the happiest day of their lives. We have never felt so loved, so supported, so genuinely grateful for the way people showed up for us this past week in Iceland. 

We would’ve been happy getting married in a dank cave by ourselves (just for the love), but our friends truly made this the wedding of our dreams 🥹

& special shout-out to our friend & favourite photographer @norrisniman for always bringing the vibes
Neither of us has ever been the type to fantasise about our someday-wedding. We didn’t have a colour palette or a dream venue or a pinterest board (apparent blasphemy), and when we got engaged nearly 20 months ago, we had truly no idea if we’d be able to pull off an international wedding with friends scattered all over the world. 

But the idea for a wild Icelandic wedding grew out of our deep love for this island— somewhere we feel endlessly inspired, returning again & again to wander remote valleys and scramble up dramatic mountains and camp beneath glaciers. 

It became our dream that we’d bring all our favourite people together here not just for one evening, but for an epic week-long adventure— the most Brooke & James version of a wedding we could imagine.

And so we rented a huge party house (with a 20-person hot tub 🔥) in a quiet northern fjord and hoped it would all come together.

We soaked, we hiked, we danced, we saw about one million puffins, we ate & drank like it was going out of style, and we enjoyed long days with everyone who travelled SO FARKING FAR (up to 35hrs 🇦🇺) to be here with us. Our hearts have never been so full.

There are a million thank yas owed to our friends for making this week possible. The way we had people out gathering flowers for our tables, cooking  shared meals for the whole house, coordinating event prep long after we’d gone to bed, ironing our outfits, delivering amazing speeches (& officiating our wedding!), waking up early to do every single step of my hair and make-up, preparing SIX ROUNDS of themed cocktails, learning cords on the wedding day so we could have acoustic entrance music… we’re crying just writing this.

It finally makes sense why people say their wedding was the happiest day of their lives. We have never felt so loved, so supported, so genuinely grateful for the way people showed up for us this past week in Iceland. 

We would’ve been happy getting married in a dank cave by ourselves (just for the love), but our friends truly made this the wedding of our dreams 🥹

& special shout-out to our friend & favourite photographer @norrisniman for always bringing the vibes
Neither of us has ever been the type to fantasise about our someday-wedding. We didn’t have a colour palette or a dream venue or a pinterest board (apparent blasphemy), and when we got engaged nearly 20 months ago, we had truly no idea if we’d be able to pull off an international wedding with friends scattered all over the world. 

But the idea for a wild Icelandic wedding grew out of our deep love for this island— somewhere we feel endlessly inspired, returning again & again to wander remote valleys and scramble up dramatic mountains and camp beneath glaciers. 

It became our dream that we’d bring all our favourite people together here not just for one evening, but for an epic week-long adventure— the most Brooke & James version of a wedding we could imagine.

And so we rented a huge party house (with a 20-person hot tub 🔥) in a quiet northern fjord and hoped it would all come together.

We soaked, we hiked, we danced, we saw about one million puffins, we ate & drank like it was going out of style, and we enjoyed long days with everyone who travelled SO FARKING FAR (up to 35hrs 🇦🇺) to be here with us. Our hearts have never been so full.

There are a million thank yas owed to our friends for making this week possible. The way we had people out gathering flowers for our tables, cooking  shared meals for the whole house, coordinating event prep long after we’d gone to bed, ironing our outfits, delivering amazing speeches (& officiating our wedding!), waking up early to do every single step of my hair and make-up, preparing SIX ROUNDS of themed cocktails, learning cords on the wedding day so we could have acoustic entrance music… we’re crying just writing this.

It finally makes sense why people say their wedding was the happiest day of their lives. We have never felt so loved, so supported, so genuinely grateful for the way people showed up for us this past week in Iceland. 

We would’ve been happy getting married in a dank cave by ourselves (just for the love), but our friends truly made this the wedding of our dreams 🥹

& special shout-out to our friend & favourite photographer @norrisniman for always bringing the vibes
Neither of us has ever been the type to fantasise about our someday-wedding. We didn’t have a colour palette or a dream venue or a pinterest board (apparent blasphemy), and when we got engaged nearly 20 months ago, we had truly no idea if we’d be able to pull off an international wedding with friends scattered all over the world. 

But the idea for a wild Icelandic wedding grew out of our deep love for this island— somewhere we feel endlessly inspired, returning again & again to wander remote valleys and scramble up dramatic mountains and camp beneath glaciers. 

It became our dream that we’d bring all our favourite people together here not just for one evening, but for an epic week-long adventure— the most Brooke & James version of a wedding we could imagine.

And so we rented a huge party house (with a 20-person hot tub 🔥) in a quiet northern fjord and hoped it would all come together.

We soaked, we hiked, we danced, we saw about one million puffins, we ate & drank like it was going out of style, and we enjoyed long days with everyone who travelled SO FARKING FAR (up to 35hrs 🇦🇺) to be here with us. Our hearts have never been so full.

There are a million thank yas owed to our friends for making this week possible. The way we had people out gathering flowers for our tables, cooking  shared meals for the whole house, coordinating event prep long after we’d gone to bed, ironing our outfits, delivering amazing speeches (& officiating our wedding!), waking up early to do every single step of my hair and make-up, preparing SIX ROUNDS of themed cocktails, learning cords on the wedding day so we could have acoustic entrance music… we’re crying just writing this.

It finally makes sense why people say their wedding was the happiest day of their lives. We have never felt so loved, so supported, so genuinely grateful for the way people showed up for us this past week in Iceland. 

We would’ve been happy getting married in a dank cave by ourselves (just for the love), but our friends truly made this the wedding of our dreams 🥹

& special shout-out to our friend & favourite photographer @norrisniman for always bringing the vibes
Neither of us has ever been the type to fantasise about our someday-wedding. We didn’t have a colour palette or a dream venue or a pinterest board (apparent blasphemy), and when we got engaged nearly 20 months ago, we had truly no idea if we’d be able to pull off an international wedding with friends scattered all over the world. 

But the idea for a wild Icelandic wedding grew out of our deep love for this island— somewhere we feel endlessly inspired, returning again & again to wander remote valleys and scramble up dramatic mountains and camp beneath glaciers. 

It became our dream that we’d bring all our favourite people together here not just for one evening, but for an epic week-long adventure— the most Brooke & James version of a wedding we could imagine.

And so we rented a huge party house (with a 20-person hot tub 🔥) in a quiet northern fjord and hoped it would all come together.

We soaked, we hiked, we danced, we saw about one million puffins, we ate & drank like it was going out of style, and we enjoyed long days with everyone who travelled SO FARKING FAR (up to 35hrs 🇦🇺) to be here with us. Our hearts have never been so full.

There are a million thank yas owed to our friends for making this week possible. The way we had people out gathering flowers for our tables, cooking  shared meals for the whole house, coordinating event prep long after we’d gone to bed, ironing our outfits, delivering amazing speeches (& officiating our wedding!), waking up early to do every single step of my hair and make-up, preparing SIX ROUNDS of themed cocktails, learning cords on the wedding day so we could have acoustic entrance music… we’re crying just writing this.

It finally makes sense why people say their wedding was the happiest day of their lives. We have never felt so loved, so supported, so genuinely grateful for the way people showed up for us this past week in Iceland. 

We would’ve been happy getting married in a dank cave by ourselves (just for the love), but our friends truly made this the wedding of our dreams 🥹

& special shout-out to our friend & favourite photographer @norrisniman for always bringing the vibes
Neither of us has ever been the type to fantasise about our someday-wedding. We didn’t have a colour palette or a dream venue or a pinterest board (apparent blasphemy), and when we got engaged nearly 20 months ago, we had truly no idea if we’d be able to pull off an international wedding with friends scattered all over the world. 

But the idea for a wild Icelandic wedding grew out of our deep love for this island— somewhere we feel endlessly inspired, returning again & again to wander remote valleys and scramble up dramatic mountains and camp beneath glaciers. 

It became our dream that we’d bring all our favourite people together here not just for one evening, but for an epic week-long adventure— the most Brooke & James version of a wedding we could imagine.

And so we rented a huge party house (with a 20-person hot tub 🔥) in a quiet northern fjord and hoped it would all come together.

We soaked, we hiked, we danced, we saw about one million puffins, we ate & drank like it was going out of style, and we enjoyed long days with everyone who travelled SO FARKING FAR (up to 35hrs 🇦🇺) to be here with us. Our hearts have never been so full.

There are a million thank yas owed to our friends for making this week possible. The way we had people out gathering flowers for our tables, cooking  shared meals for the whole house, coordinating event prep long after we’d gone to bed, ironing our outfits, delivering amazing speeches (& officiating our wedding!), waking up early to do every single step of my hair and make-up, preparing SIX ROUNDS of themed cocktails, learning cords on the wedding day so we could have acoustic entrance music… we’re crying just writing this.

It finally makes sense why people say their wedding was the happiest day of their lives. We have never felt so loved, so supported, so genuinely grateful for the way people showed up for us this past week in Iceland. 

We would’ve been happy getting married in a dank cave by ourselves (just for the love), but our friends truly made this the wedding of our dreams 🥹

& special shout-out to our friend & favourite photographer @norrisniman for always bringing the vibes
Neither of us has ever been the type to fantasise about our someday-wedding. We didn’t have a colour palette or a dream venue or a pinterest board (apparent blasphemy), and when we got engaged nearly 20 months ago, we had truly no idea if we’d be able to pull off an international wedding with friends scattered all over the world. 

But the idea for a wild Icelandic wedding grew out of our deep love for this island— somewhere we feel endlessly inspired, returning again & again to wander remote valleys and scramble up dramatic mountains and camp beneath glaciers. 

It became our dream that we’d bring all our favourite people together here not just for one evening, but for an epic week-long adventure— the most Brooke & James version of a wedding we could imagine.

And so we rented a huge party house (with a 20-person hot tub 🔥) in a quiet northern fjord and hoped it would all come together.

We soaked, we hiked, we danced, we saw about one million puffins, we ate & drank like it was going out of style, and we enjoyed long days with everyone who travelled SO FARKING FAR (up to 35hrs 🇦🇺) to be here with us. Our hearts have never been so full.

There are a million thank yas owed to our friends for making this week possible. The way we had people out gathering flowers for our tables, cooking  shared meals for the whole house, coordinating event prep long after we’d gone to bed, ironing our outfits, delivering amazing speeches (& officiating our wedding!), waking up early to do every single step of my hair and make-up, preparing SIX ROUNDS of themed cocktails, learning cords on the wedding day so we could have acoustic entrance music… we’re crying just writing this.

It finally makes sense why people say their wedding was the happiest day of their lives. We have never felt so loved, so supported, so genuinely grateful for the way people showed up for us this past week in Iceland. 

We would’ve been happy getting married in a dank cave by ourselves (just for the love), but our friends truly made this the wedding of our dreams 🥹

& special shout-out to our friend & favourite photographer @norrisniman for always bringing the vibes
Neither of us has ever been the type to fantasise about our someday-wedding. We didn’t have a colour palette or a dream venue or a pinterest board (apparent blasphemy), and when we got engaged nearly 20 months ago, we had truly no idea if we’d be able to pull off an international wedding with friends scattered all over the world. 

But the idea for a wild Icelandic wedding grew out of our deep love for this island— somewhere we feel endlessly inspired, returning again & again to wander remote valleys and scramble up dramatic mountains and camp beneath glaciers. 

It became our dream that we’d bring all our favourite people together here not just for one evening, but for an epic week-long adventure— the most Brooke & James version of a wedding we could imagine.

And so we rented a huge party house (with a 20-person hot tub 🔥) in a quiet northern fjord and hoped it would all come together.

We soaked, we hiked, we danced, we saw about one million puffins, we ate & drank like it was going out of style, and we enjoyed long days with everyone who travelled SO FARKING FAR (up to 35hrs 🇦🇺) to be here with us. Our hearts have never been so full.

There are a million thank yas owed to our friends for making this week possible. The way we had people out gathering flowers for our tables, cooking  shared meals for the whole house, coordinating event prep long after we’d gone to bed, ironing our outfits, delivering amazing speeches (& officiating our wedding!), waking up early to do every single step of my hair and make-up, preparing SIX ROUNDS of themed cocktails, learning cords on the wedding day so we could have acoustic entrance music… we’re crying just writing this.

It finally makes sense why people say their wedding was the happiest day of their lives. We have never felt so loved, so supported, so genuinely grateful for the way people showed up for us this past week in Iceland. 

We would’ve been happy getting married in a dank cave by ourselves (just for the love), but our friends truly made this the wedding of our dreams 🥹

& special shout-out to our friend & favourite photographer @norrisniman for always bringing the vibes
Neither of us has ever been the type to fantasise about our someday-wedding. We didn’t have a colour palette or a dream venue or a pinterest board (apparent blasphemy), and when we got engaged nearly 20 months ago, we had truly no idea if we’d be able to pull off an international wedding with friends scattered all over the world. 

But the idea for a wild Icelandic wedding grew out of our deep love for this island— somewhere we feel endlessly inspired, returning again & again to wander remote valleys and scramble up dramatic mountains and camp beneath glaciers. 

It became our dream that we’d bring all our favourite people together here not just for one evening, but for an epic week-long adventure— the most Brooke & James version of a wedding we could imagine.

And so we rented a huge party house (with a 20-person hot tub 🔥) in a quiet northern fjord and hoped it would all come together.

We soaked, we hiked, we danced, we saw about one million puffins, we ate & drank like it was going out of style, and we enjoyed long days with everyone who travelled SO FARKING FAR (up to 35hrs 🇦🇺) to be here with us. Our hearts have never been so full.

There are a million thank yas owed to our friends for making this week possible. The way we had people out gathering flowers for our tables, cooking  shared meals for the whole house, coordinating event prep long after we’d gone to bed, ironing our outfits, delivering amazing speeches (& officiating our wedding!), waking up early to do every single step of my hair and make-up, preparing SIX ROUNDS of themed cocktails, learning cords on the wedding day so we could have acoustic entrance music… we’re crying just writing this.

It finally makes sense why people say their wedding was the happiest day of their lives. We have never felt so loved, so supported, so genuinely grateful for the way people showed up for us this past week in Iceland. 

We would’ve been happy getting married in a dank cave by ourselves (just for the love), but our friends truly made this the wedding of our dreams 🥹

& special shout-out to our friend & favourite photographer @norrisniman for always bringing the vibes
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Neither of us has ever been the type to fantasise about our someday-wedding. We didn’t have a colour palette or a dream venue or a pinterest board (apparent blasphemy), and when we got engaged nearly 20 months ago, we had truly no idea if we’d be able to pull off an international wedding with friends scattered all over the world. But the idea for a wild Icelandic wedding grew out of our deep love for this island— somewhere we feel endlessly inspired, returning again & again to wander remote valleys and scramble up dramatic mountains and camp beneath glaciers. It became our dream that we’d bring all our favourite people together here not just for one evening, but for an epic week-long adventure— the most Brooke & James version of a wedding we could imagine. And so we rented a huge party house (with a 20-person hot tub 🔥) in a quiet northern fjord and hoped it would all come together. We soaked, we hiked, we danced, we saw about one million puffins, we ate & drank like it was going out of style, and we enjoyed long days with everyone who travelled SO FARKING FAR (up to 35hrs 🇦🇺) to be here with us. Our hearts have never been so full. There are a million thank yas owed to our friends for making this week possible. The way we had people out gathering flowers for our tables, cooking shared meals for the whole house, coordinating event prep long after we’d gone to bed, ironing our outfits, delivering amazing speeches (& officiating our wedding!), waking up early to do every single step of my hair and make-up, preparing SIX ROUNDS of themed cocktails, learning cords on the wedding day so we could have acoustic entrance music… we’re crying just writing this. It finally makes sense why people say their wedding was the happiest day of their lives. We have never felt so loved, so supported, so genuinely grateful for the way people showed up for us this past week in Iceland. We would’ve been happy getting married in a dank cave by ourselves (just for the love), but our friends truly made this the wedding of our dreams 🥹 & special shout-out to our friend & favourite photographer @norrisniman for always bringing the vibes
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