San Rafael to Lago Reynuso, 40 Miles
Even though it was hot and blue skies the day before, we woke up to dark thick clouds and eventually rain. Not a very good start to a day at the lake.
We had some time to kill before riding out to meet our friend Francisco at his lake house. We walked the town until it started to rain, did our taxes in the comforts of the hotel lobby and enjoyed some more bbq’d chicken.
The drive to the lake wound us through many tree lined suburban streets. Even though it looked from the map like there were several lakes nearby, you couldn’t tell from the road. We had to cross a couple of raging rivers swollen from the rain. This time I actually stayed on the back of the bike as I’ve learned that when I get off and walk myself across I usually get much more wet than if I just stay on. My new approach proved to be best.
Once we arrived at the gate, Mike was told by Francisco on the phone the prior day to head down the dirt road about 7km, from there you will see a restaurant, to go into the restaurant and ask for Mauro, Mauro would take us to his house. We hoped that we could follow his directions successfully as otherwise we’d be nowhere. The scenery once we hit the dirt road was fantastic. You could see the lake and the steep mountains surrounding it. Sure enough at the end of the dirt road was a restaurant and inside was a man named Mauro who worked there. He was a little guy and with a big grin once he heard the name Francisco, he hopped on his tiny scooter and we followed him through the trees to a house right beside the lake. The house it self was simple with three bedrooms up stairs and a spacious living area and kitchen downstairs. We didn’t snoop around too much, rather we made ourselves comfortable on the back patio and enjoyed the gorgeous lake view.
Not long after, Francisco arrived with his daughter Camilla, her friend and a jet ski. Even though we barely know Francisco, they all made us feel so comfortable and at home right away. After way too much food, tons of fun on the jet ski and a couple nice swims, Mike and I felt we were at an exclusive resort. Since it was Friday, there weren’t many people on the lake either, at times you felt you had the entire gorgeous, calm lake to yourself.
We stayed out on the water until the sun was setting and Francisco began to prepare his delicious bbq’d chicken. Dinner was a giant feast. Mike and I feel completely honored and lucky to be guests in their house, we were having a great time and it felt so good to stay in a real home with a family as this is the first time since we left San Jose.
We had some time to kill before riding out to meet our friend Francisco at his lake house. We walked the town until it started to rain, did our taxes in the comforts of the hotel lobby and enjoyed some more bbq’d chicken.
The drive to the lake wound us through many tree lined suburban streets. Even though it looked from the map like there were several lakes nearby, you couldn’t tell from the road. We had to cross a couple of raging rivers swollen from the rain. This time I actually stayed on the back of the bike as I’ve learned that when I get off and walk myself across I usually get much more wet than if I just stay on. My new approach proved to be best.
Once we arrived at the gate, Mike was told by Francisco on the phone the prior day to head down the dirt road about 7km, from there you will see a restaurant, to go into the restaurant and ask for Mauro, Mauro would take us to his house. We hoped that we could follow his directions successfully as otherwise we’d be nowhere. The scenery once we hit the dirt road was fantastic. You could see the lake and the steep mountains surrounding it. Sure enough at the end of the dirt road was a restaurant and inside was a man named Mauro who worked there. He was a little guy and with a big grin once he heard the name Francisco, he hopped on his tiny scooter and we followed him through the trees to a house right beside the lake. The house it self was simple with three bedrooms up stairs and a spacious living area and kitchen downstairs. We didn’t snoop around too much, rather we made ourselves comfortable on the back patio and enjoyed the gorgeous lake view.
Not long after, Francisco arrived with his daughter Camilla, her friend and a jet ski. Even though we barely know Francisco, they all made us feel so comfortable and at home right away. After way too much food, tons of fun on the jet ski and a couple nice swims, Mike and I felt we were at an exclusive resort. Since it was Friday, there weren’t many people on the lake either, at times you felt you had the entire gorgeous, calm lake to yourself.
We stayed out on the water until the sun was setting and Francisco began to prepare his delicious bbq’d chicken. Dinner was a giant feast. Mike and I feel completely honored and lucky to be guests in their house, we were having a great time and it felt so good to stay in a real home with a family as this is the first time since we left San Jose.
Beautiful tree lined streets
Following 'Mauro'
Lago Reynuso
Francisco!
Fun in the sun
We help where we can...
Argentine BBQ (Asado)
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