Descent into Montana-like paradise (Drive Day 215: Jan 30, 2004)

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We leave the swarming stillness of Laguna Blanca, flamingos still sleeping with their heads tucked under wing. The drive is hypnotizingly beautiful, sun dancing between pine trees lush in comparison to what we’ve left behind. This is gentle, welcoming Argentina again – luring us to the town of San Junin de los Andes with its cowboys and campground on the banks of the river Chimehuin.


I’ve never seen water so clear, each pebble on the river bed sparkling with color. It is irresistible but but there is nothing gentle about this water. We wade out in dusty shorts and plunge in, yelling “Timber!” The force of the current swirls around us like fallen logs, tugging and slurping at our quickly puckering bodies.


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