Friday, January 21, 2011

Two Roads Diverged in a Yellow Wood (Dave took the one less traveled by, but Jesse picked the right one)

In case you couldn't tell, we were blown away by Bariloche's unbelievable scenery.  So we asked our hostel (the wonderful Patanuk) where the best views in all of Bariloche were to be found, and they directed us right to Cerro Campanario.


Dave looked longingly at the chairlift that was sweeping people straight up the mountain, but I told him not to be soft.  He was a supertrekker after all!  Also I wanted to pay him back a little bit for his hassling me during the bike ride.

The chairlift.  DENIED.
The trail up Cerro Campanario only took us about 25 or 30 minutes, but it was straight uphill.  That may sound horrible, but there are a lot of benefits to a short and steep hike.

1.  It's only horrible for 25 to 30 minutes, so it's basically just like running on the treadmill or doing the stairmaster at the gym, only you don't get to watch TV.  Instead you get to watch nature, and swat away flies.


Yep, just another day at the gym.
2.  You get to reward yourself at the top with a delicious apple strudel with whipped cream and drizzled dulce de leche.


I think we liked it.
Really, we were just replenishing electrolytes.

3.  Anything that steep has to end with a view.  And the views were amazing!!!


On the way back down, we noticed that the path split.  Or should I say, two roads diverged.  Dave wanted to go left, I wanted to go right, and neither of us wanted to give in.  So we split up.  

Before the split.
I sauntered down the mountain, trying to stay out of earshot of a group of extremely loud middle aged Israelis, and arrived quickly at the bottom of the trail.  I waited five minutes, then ten.  When I had been waiting for about half an hour I started to get a little nervous - Dave is a slow walker, but come on! 

Just one of a thousand photos Dave took on his solo walk down.
Was it worth it, Dave?  Was it worth leaving your wife all alone at the bottom, worried sick?
OK, fine, I was half nervous, half annoyed.  And I realized that I had no food, no water, and no money on me. Finally I saw him, a little speck in the distance, walking in my direction.  Dave's path -- apparently overgown was a generous description of it -- had dropped him 3k away.  (JSR).  

Dave is finally only 100m away from the start of the trail.
Yes, the very same start of the trail at which I was waiting patiently, all alone and penniless.
When I eventually stopped laughing at him, I brought my supertrekker to a nearby teahouse and bought him a celebratory beer.



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