the enchanted black lake surrounded by grey shadowy figures looming high and dissapearing into the clouds. at times the clouds dance upon the lagunas skin , creating ripples and shooting upwards then dissapearing.
that valley that brought us here was an autumn dream, evergreens woven into burnt orange, golden ocre and we began to climb the awe inpiring rocks to look down it was an impressionist sea of orange in the shape of valleys surrounding the river streams and to glance upwards, beautiful thin waterfuls falling for miles and one crashing dowm through the rocks.
the water so clear and pre tasted incredible while freezing the back of your throat. it was cloudy mostly but occasionally the sun graced us and illuminated all the land.
the black lake is crystal clear up close and is so inviting, were my breath not as visible as the clouds i would have dived in. all surrounding was like a giant playground. clambering through thoe snow over sparkling rocks watching the valleys light up and the lake turn to oil.
thats what patagonia seems to screm opf at every juncture...unexplored, you could step out for months and not see a single person. over a 3rd of the popultion live in the capital city and the whole country is 3/10ths of the US. the figures dont show it i know but it is phenominal.
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