September 2, 2008
The bus arrived with the snow in the lake district of Bariloche, Argentina. The snow falling was not the dry shrivelled kind that melts on contact, but big fat fluffy flakes that stick to your nose and eyelashes and make you dream of a cozy fire and bear rug.
My plans for hiking among the pines and vistas were derailed by this unexpected onslaught of snow. It snowed and snowed for two days straight and in the end snowed-in Bariloche. The ski resorts were shut, the cars were stuck, and the fabulous vistas of majestic mountains and crystaline lakes were shrouded and unseen behind the curtain of grey cloud that had descended on the town. The next day when I ventured to the slopes of Cathedral mountain with the rest of Bariloche to track some fresh tracks, we got stuck in hour long lift lines and heavy snow that swallowed the weak. The only thing I left with that day was a bad case of whiplash and the continued desire to see a view that eluded me.
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I hope that you got to see those views in the end. They are very beautiful.
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