Puerto Varas

Today we did indeed go horseback riding—it has been something Amie has wanted to do on this trip for a long time. I haven’t gone horseback riding since I was 6 I think, and I don’t have fond memories. I distinctly remember soaking in oatmeal after having been bucked off into poison oak and manzanilla bushes. Nevertheless, we went, and we had a great time. Amie mentioned we would be getting some exercise today, but I thought the horse was going to be doing the work. Let’s just say, I’m sore, and I didn’t even fall off.

When we woke up, neither of us wanted to pack up and push on back across the border into Argentina. It won’t sound like fun tomorrow morning either, but we’ve got to do it. Adam Pate, aka Chepe Grande, aka El Guapo is waiting for us in Bariloche and we can’t wait to see him.

Not much else happened today. We walked along the beautiful lake and marveled at how German everything is. The lake districts of Chile and Argentina had heavy German migration in the late 1940s… It shouldn’t take you but a minute to realize this is where many Nazi’s fled to after ww2.

The nature and land here is fantastic. This is the first place we have seen on the entire trip where I would consider moving. It’s that nice. Don’t worry moms, we are not going to. It’s too German, the flies are insanely large and aggressive, and to far from you!

More German influence

"Easy Olof"

"I'm doing it Amie, I'm doing it!"

"And having fun!"
Amie enjoyed the ride We troted through some amazing land

Olof was all love
A couple of dusty cowpokes