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Glacier Dickson did not disappoint us when we rode there the following day. The ride was stupendous and the horses leapt nimbly up and down rocky outcrops, launching themselves from the tops of banks and scrambling, hooves flailing, up the other side. We left the horses tied to trees at a carabinero outpost (They were there to defend the ice-cap from the Argentineans). We took our picnic lunches and climbed through the trees to a rocky outcrop over looking the river and glacier. We lunched as icebergs floated by and a howling wind stripped the skin from our faces. We didn't linger, though it seemed a pity to leave. As we descended though the forest, we gradually stripped off layers of clothing and realise just how cold it had been up there.
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