Bariloche, Patagonia With rock climbing canceled due to weather and affter watching it rain, reading the New Yorker cover to cover and 5 cups of coffee I set off on a high speed 6 hour tromp up to Mt Frey base camp and back. I had originally just planned on a short jaunt so I only had a half quart of water and one sport gel. By the end I was pretty ragged, dehydrated and spacey. As I came past the final lake and headed for the road there appeared a long haired maiden carrying what looked like a breakfast-in-bed tray. As she approached I discovered with amazement it was a tray full of cake and strawberry tarts. Lovely place, Argentina.
