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The Glacier Ride
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On we rode, this time through dense forest, ducking our heads under low branches, glad of our hard hats and our gaucho stirrups which protected out feet as we scraped perilously close to tree trunks. The path twisted and wound up hill and down hill like a switch back. After about 35 miles of riding we came upon Refugio Zapata, a wooden shed in a clearing. The outside was decorated with skulls and bones from a variety of unfortunate beasts. That evening the refugio was our shelter, not from the weather but from the mosquitoes which plagued us every evening at dusk. Our host, Alec Quevedo from California, baked potatoes for us in the wood burning stove. Alec proved to be an excellent cook and somehow managed to create the most delicious of meals with the minimum of equipment. By now the group who were total strangers just a couple of days before were like old friends, our faces glowing in the warmth of the cosy refugio. |
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