Cochrane ch - el chalten arg
hitchhiking, trekking, packrafting, general craziness
Getting from Cochrane, Chile to El Chalten, Arg is no task for the faint-hearted. We shouldered our packs, thrust out our thumbs, and made good on bumpy boats as we made our way south to Lago del Desierto, Argentina, where the border guard stamped us into the country. It was an insane four days, one filled with enough misadventure to write a book about. The best way to describe it is to experience it, or read the Thoughts from Cochrane - El Chalten.
Travel Tip: Make sure you ask permission to paddle across Lago del Desierto, and be prepared to show your GPS & rescue device, as well as your PFD.
This day Tyler and I waited for seven hours to catch a hitchhike that never came. I played a lot of strumstick, and let my perky little empanada belly show. For being stagnant, it was a fun enough day. Reese Wells.
When we asked our host about the mountains, she said that they (her and her husband) were fortunate enough to own them. What an amazing concept, to own a mountain, to own multiple mountains, to be able to look out on the skyline and think of the sunset as yours. Reese Wells.
Apparently these little sheep aren't used to heavily mustached Americans 'baaing' back at them! This little nugget, who I named Edgar, didn't quite know what to make of me. That's okay. Some friendships build slowly. Reese Wells.
I love this picture because of the sun shining behind the thick clouds, and the mountaintop blending in with the gray horizon. It rained for a month straight on us in Patagonia, and this is a skyline we grew used to seeing. Reese Wells.
It's amazing how clouds can define a landscape. With the bowl of mountains clouds are trapped, swirling entities - how I feel sometimes, ungrounded, unloved, fighting against solid hulks so much larger than me. Reese Wells.
Between Cochrane and Villa O'Higgins, Chile we took a day to visit Los Ñadis, which came from a bit of insider info about an awesome refugio and hike into some pristine backcountry. If I was wanting to move to Chile, it would be here. Reese Wells.
Near where the Carretera Austral ends. Route 7 is a world-renowned bikepacking experience, and in the month we traversed the Carretera we encountered hundreds of cyclists. Reese Wells.
Bird Knows Best
The bird hopped onto the shore, leaving her little prints behind in the soft sand.
She looked up the river, out to towards the ocean, where a stiff breeze was blowing.
She looked down the river, into the interior, where a valley shrouded in cloud hung low between the mountains.
She looked behind her, where she'd come, and knew that the only way to go was up.
The rest would come, happily, one beat of her wings at a time.