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Laguna Sucia, Patagonia, Argentina.
[/url]Argentina_Laguna Sucia_002 by P, on Flickr[/IMG]
Leica M4, 21/4.5 C Biogon, Provi 100F
I left the campground down the Rio Blanco, without having a chance to eat breakfast. I just wanted to catch the morning light, before it disappeared. There was this wild path by the river, that was blocked with tree branches to discourage the hikers. I followed it for a couple miles , sometiimes climbing on rocks to avoid the current. In the end I arrived very close to Laguna Sucia, a picturesque Lake wedged between step mountains. The only problem was a raging river between me and the lake. I decided to follow this river upstream to see i there's a narrower place, where I could jump across. By that ttime I started to feel hunger. Also, it started to hail. I thought that if I fell and twisted my ankle, nobody would discover my body for a long time. As I proceeded up the mountain, there were clumps of red berries, not unlike low-bush blueberries, but red outside, and white, almost translucent inside. I tried one; it tasted a bit like rose water. They were a poor substitute for a meal, but I was hungry. Later I learned that they were Chaura Berry, and edible.
Well, in the end I sot some images from the middle of the raging stream and after a strenous hike returned to the campground in time for a late lunch.
What's your adventure.
Laguna Sucia, Patagonia, Argentina.
Leica M4, 21/4.5 C Biogon, Provi 100F
I left the campground down the Rio Blanco, without having a chance to eat breakfast. I just wanted to catch the morning light, before it disappeared. There was this wild path by the river, that was blocked with tree branches to discourage the hikers. I followed it for a couple miles , sometiimes climbing on rocks to avoid the current. In the end I arrived very close to Laguna Sucia, a picturesque Lake wedged between step mountains. The only problem was a raging river between me and the lake. I decided to follow this river upstream to see i there's a narrower place, where I could jump across. By that ttime I started to feel hunger. Also, it started to hail. I thought that if I fell and twisted my ankle, nobody would discover my body for a long time. As I proceeded up the mountain, there were clumps of red berries, not unlike low-bush blueberries, but red outside, and white, almost translucent inside. I tried one; it tasted a bit like rose water. They were a poor substitute for a meal, but I was hungry. Later I learned that they were Chaura Berry, and edible.
Well, in the end I sot some images from the middle of the raging stream and after a strenous hike returned to the campground in time for a late lunch.
What's your adventure.

