Josh mandated pressing 10 miles further in hope for an epic campsite.
I stood corrected as we set up by a massive, river-creating, natural
spring. Shortly thereafter, I thought I was losing my mind, fully
going crazy because through Mike's binoculars, I was seeing PINK
FLAMINGOES? This couldn't be true. Sure enough, we hiked closer and
there they were, bathing in the fresh water!
Surely things couldn't get more epic until we witnessed the most
stunning sunset across the Andes as a badass Gaucho rode by. Then, we
were invited to drinks and dinner at a 4th generation rancher's home.
Outstanding chibo/goat stew with potatoes, sweet potatoes, carrots,
with the most delicious fats on braised vertebrae, tail, with marrow
oozing from cracked bones.
Josh suggested a need for a sheepskin cover for his rock hard
motorcycle seat. It wasn't long before papa gaucho brought him his
very own saddle cover. Josh kissed him on both cheeks; a bold move
with a real cowboy. Good thing we brought them that American whiskey!
I could hardly fall asleep, mind blown by the clearest stargazing I've
ever seen and not really knowing for sure if anything I've been
experiencing is real. I am the happiest man alive.
Beautiful photos Josh!!!! TFS :)
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