|A reprieve from the heat|
|The trail isn't overgrown...yet.|
|Looking from our first pass along the trail to our 2nd pass|
|Fidgit looking out on the firesmoke-filled valley|
|Road walking to Aguas Buenas|
|One of the many human traces at the mouth of the valley|
|Re-entering the forest|
We descended the other side of the pass, and again walked for a few kilometers without trail before discovering an old campsite. We found horse trail from the campsite that we were able to follow the entire way (about a day's walk) down the valley. The horse trail took us along the mountainside and past a couple of well-worn camp sites before it spat us out onto the road which led us into the town of Coya. We caught a bus from Coya to meet some people in Santiago.
Making it into Santiago by bus, we met up with some friends of Fidgit's that had offered to bring some goodies down for us - thanks for the pole tips, new gadgets, and goodies, Matt, Mike, and Chris!! After hanging out with those guys and getting semi-cleaned up, we went to meet (in person finally!) Jan and Meylin, the creators/initial explorers of the GPT, who were only in Santiago for a short time. We were able to spend a full day and a half with all of these people in Santiago before bussing back down to Coya.
|Fidgit knew what these were, I had never seen them before.|
|Found horse path along the way|
|Fidgit, Meylin, Jan, and me in Santiago!|
Road walking into the city of Santiago was very different than it would have been in the states. The campo pretty much abuts the city with a small village in-between. There were no sprawling suburbs filled with McMansions and strip malls; there were no shady characters leering from the edges of shadows. Instead, there were people out walking their dogs, talking to their neighbors, and riding their horse into town. As soon as we crossed the bridge into Puente Alto, the city began. People were everywhere, selling wares, walking along the wide sidewalks, doing whatever it is city people do. Fidgit and I walked straight to the subway station and hopped on the subway towards where we would be staying. We had just walked from the southern tip of South America (near Ushuaia, Argentina) to Santiago, Chile!
|Some of my gear was struggling too|
|As we neared Santiago, it was like my clothes knew|
and began falling apart, one piece at a time.
|Looking down at the mine from the ridge we walked|
|Fidgit walking up the road, along the caracoles|
|Thanks for the juice, passing trucks!|
|The view from near our 3,200 meter pass|
|Fidgit looking down into Reserva Rio Clarillo|
|Some horses visited us at our camp the evening|
before we reached Santiago