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![]() yeah so this is where we went hiking, parque nacional los glaciares. are you jealous yet? the sign, which you can't make out at all in this scan but can sort of see in the real thing, says "campamiento rio blanco" and "laguna de los tres," in case you actually were interested. it's in the picture for reality check purposes. as in, "ok helen, remember, you were actually there, this isn't just a picture you stole from somewhere, see the goofy national park sign?" hah. doesn't work so well, but eh. |
![]() this works slightly better for reality check. that's me. that's cerro fitz roy. that's insane. i'm grinning now. i hope you are too, either that or scowling in jealousy. or some weird and probably physically impossible combination of both. |
![]() this...looks like we're standing in front of a backdrop. in fact, we're standing on a glacier. i don't remember its name but none of you probably care anyway. it's me, eliot, and adam, and wow, yeah. that's cerro torre (literally, mount tower) behind us. we're standing on top of dozens of meters of solid ice. that makes me enormously happy. especially as this was our second attempt to get out and scramble around on the glacier; the first day, our whole group tried, but we had to turn back because of bad weather. |
![]() this is from that failed first attempt. you see that glacier? that's where we're standing in the picture above. you see that big mountain? oh yeah you can't because of the storm. that's cerro torre. good thing we turned back. that day, on the ridge, the wind physically knocked me down. it was probably hurricane-force. i still have the bruise. insanity. |
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