Patagonia continued...

Fishing video still didn't load. Sorry! I waited a long time and don't have anymore patience. ...........alright so we'd visited Las Manos and saw where the old school was. Then we walked home and it was a gorgeous gorgeous gorgeous sunset. Once we got back we scavenged for a bonfire and ate. It was a very relaxing night with everyone and Allison and I just chatted before we went to bed.

Then in the morning the boys slept in so there was no fishing, so the three girls went on a walk down the river and then over to the river basin.

It was a peaceful and gorgeous walk; the water was also very chilly. I had a grand idea for running down the river on the rocks and through the water in my soccer shorts and tevas, which would've been fine but there were the evil, pokey, invisible, weeds hidden in my path. Nonetheless I cut my feet up a bit but the water was cold enough that it was fine and numbing. The view was beautiful and worth it.

Then we walked a while down this road, such a simple thing was beautiful with the mountains hanging overhead, to the river basin. The sandy shores were lower than they'd been in years and it looked like the river was smoothly painted amongst the brown sand.

After that we went back and went to meet up for our bus ride out. The road to the airport was one pretty switchback after another. Then we finished our homework while traveling. Mitchell and I lucked out and not only got to sit by each other on the flight back, but got three seats to split, AND a window seat. The view the entire time was magical. The pictures are bad because they're through the airplane window, but still show such a cool view.

It was so sad to leave. I think I left a little bit of my soul in those mountains.

Patagonia

Mountains peak into the sky

Reaching into heaven's ceiling,

Leaving me with just a sigh

As I gaze disbelieving...

The flowing water carves its way

Sharing its life and glory,

Spreading the green along the bay

Exploring and leaving history.

With the sun beating on my face,

I am warmed with emotion

Thinking I have found my place.

Overwhelmed by this notion

The wind whispers that I am right.

I could melt into sturdy rock

And forever take in this sight,

Muted towards any alarm clock.

But as I drift into my dream

The solid glacier shatters

Revealing the evil scheme

Of all that "really" matters.

I am not a rock, or a tree,

Or water; I'm a mere mortal.

Everyday trapped undersea

With a personal battle.

I want money and success;

But love and happiness more.

My mind and heart is a mess...

My life should not be a war.

The nature here eases my strife

Momentarily as I aspire

To live this everlasting life

Each moment until I expire.

Yet I cannot stay forever.

So I leave part of my soul

Floating in the blue river

As memories fill the hole.

Thus, next time concrete conquers,

Recollections from my heart

Will use their calming powers

And divine repair will restart.

Always reminding me there are cures

In the landscape's sacred art.