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Our ride took us deeper into the mountains and we were surrounded by lofty peaks, covered in snow. By mid afternoon Glacier Dickson came into view, colossal, snow white and shimmering in the sunshine. We were to camp down river from it, and to access the rather 'grand' refugio at Dickson meant climbing into a rubber dingy which was pulled across the river on a rope. But first we had to get the attention of the ferryman, as the dingy lay on the opposite bank. After much shouting, a young lad appeared and proceeded to add air to the boat by means of an old foot pump. |
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