Lots of rickety bridges on the way up to Cajon.
The water is turqoise.
Decided to dive in without feeling the water. It's glacier water. I got a brain freeze.
That's Claire and Jitka- the crazy girl from Czech I met.
I wanted to eat my way through that garden.
Arriving here after half a day's hike is really something. This place is way up in the mountains, in the middle of nowhere. That's Artilio- the owner and creator.
I couldn't get over the garden.
sheep on the run.
I thought they were fleas in my bed, but thankfully didn't get any bites. I think I was just imagining it because those mattresses look like prime candidates for bed bugs.
The next day one Czech, four Israelis, one German and one N. American braved the cold river. Vale la pena!
Christa and Jitka.
From El Bolson, I decided to hike up to Cajon de Azul- a refugio in the mountains and stay the night. The place was afuera de este mundo. The river you hike alongside on the way up is so turqoise and clear that you can hardly believe it. When you reach the Cajon- it´s as if you've stepped into a dream world. The garden is like nothing I've ever seen. I had a tarta de acelga (chard) that night for dinner, all fresh from the front yard- me mata. Artilio- the master of the whole place has done an incredible job. At the refugio I met this crazy girl, Jitka, from the Czech Republic. We spent the next couple days hiking, biking and hanging out together- she was a lot of fun.
