Now we will both confess that out and backs are our least favourite journey, but today we had little choice. The reason for the dislike is the knowledge of terrain and the fact the scenery in most cases isn't as amazing as the first time. You soon realise over here that the scenery needs to be seen as many ways as possible, especially in the autumn.
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| The final pass |
We were soon our way and enjoying ourselves, it apparently down hill yesterday. Yesterday I would of argued with anyone that it wasn't. It wasn't to hard going and when we arrived at the beach we stopped at yesterday, we stopped again to enjoy the view and have a quick snack. It is quite amazing how over a matter of a few hours that the colour of the changing trees has intensified. This make the line just below the snowline look as though the trees are on fire, the colours are really that intense.We soon were packing back up and heading on toward our next campsite. One thing I forgot to mention yesterday is that we had to go over a pass this was to be our last climb of the trip and from here on in the road would be rolling.
The journey was along a road which in time will become tarmac and I'm sure it will loose a bit of its charm. It took us through forest, along side lakes of varying sizes and colours.The mountains still towered over head, some of these had a light grey appearance which was the ash from the volcano which I was really hoping we may have got a view of the rising steam cloud, but no such luck.We stopped at one of the many lakes for some lunch and to enjoy the autumn sunshine.We didn't have to far to our next campsite and on our way we were joined by a group of Argentinian cyclists. Sarah did the talking and found out that they were cycling from San Martin to Villa la Angostura and intended to stay at the same campground as us. They were travelling with a support vehicle so they weren't carrying any kit other than rucksacks, but we kept up. What did puzzle us however was when we got to the turning they shot off down a hill and disappeared from view, as I was turning the support car turned up and asked which way they had gone so we pointed straight on.
The campsite was down a rough road and was situated by the side of a beautiful lake. The place was all ours and from what we knew this was to be the case that night. We pitch camp and whilst sorting things out the Argentinians arrived, we joked with them about getting in extra miles really though I think it was more to do with who could go faster.They erected a huge camp and it even had electric lights which was run by a noisy generator, this wasn't on for long though and we all seemed to turn-in at the same time. It was a very quiet night.
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