Thursday, October 1, 2009

But the water got so cold

And you do lose what you don't hold.


El Bolson

Lago Puelo

Lago Puelo

The place where I am is all lake and stone peaks. It's an hour boat ride outside of El Bolson, the nearest town, on a little motor boat through two lakes that are connected by rapids that have killed, they say, more than fifty people. I'm invincible! For now.

If you're looking to feel at home in Argentina, El Bolson is the right kind of nest. It's small and scruffy and a sort of Humboldt County or Boulder with a lot of dirty, soccer playing kids and rusty bicycles.

The person who runs this farm wants to build a little paradise.

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