Crossing the Andes on Horseback (Part 3): A Warm Day Turns Cold, Snowy, And Wet
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The other day I saw a TV commercial where this relaxed looking gentleman was strolling between grape vines sampling the grapes of his beautiful vineyard. Some part of me wanted to have that life.
Let’s face it, most of us at some point have thought, “Wouldn’t it be amazing to live the life of a hobby vintner, growing my own grapes and making my own wine?” But most of us dismiss the dream because we assume the cost to own a vineyard is probably out of our reach.
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Now back to the story of the ride across the Andes on Horseback…
Back On the Trail: Thank goodness our trail mate, Eric, did not tell us about his crossing the previous year. I’m pretty sure that Carol would have been much less enthusiastic if she’d known the truth about that trip.
The Quiet and Solitude of the Trail
Wisely, we had been kept in the dark about the year before. That party was snowed-in right after starting and spent the first two days in a tiny refugio (a stone hut with a fireplace) while the storm dumped five feet of snow on the mountains.
Once the blizzard ceased, they were forced to push through the rest of the journey in two fast and furious days, in what took us four to cross. Eric and Steve relayed the stories after we got started… and after it was too late to turn back.
Day 2: Over the First Pass and Into the Valley for the Night
Weather in the mountains is unpredictable, even in the summer. We were about to find this out firsthand. After getting up at first light, which was just before 7:00 a.m., I rolled out of bed, visited my favorite boulder, and then found Edgardo and Cristian enjoying a yerba mate by the campfire.
Yerba mate is as much a social experience as it is a caffeine jolt. A gourd is filled with a ground-up relative of the holly tree, hot water is poured over it, and then it is drunk through a filtered straw made of metal. They refilled the gourd and passed it over to me.
`Yerba Mate by the Fire at First Light
There is a serious protocol when you drink yerba mate. You don’t stir. You don’t move the straw. You don’t speak. You drink until you get that slurping sound when you reach the bottom. Then you hand it back to the person filling the gourd and wait your turn to drink again.
The straw is shared by all and is not wiped or cleaned between uses. I was told repeatedly by Steve and Cora that the silver metal kills the germs and bacteria of previous users.
I seriously doubt that and wondered if they were trying to convince themselves. I wasn’t convinced, but I truly didn’t care.
The yerba mate was great, the company was fantastic, and the germs were welcome to give me more disease-fighting ability in the future. Remember, if it doesn’t kill you, it makes you stronger.
Departure was planned for around 9:30 or 10:00 a.m. So, after other folks were up and about, breakfast was served. The tents and gear were then packed, and we hit the trail.
By leaving after 9:00 a.m., our guide gave the sun a chance to rise above the valley walls and warm the chill that lingers on the valley floor overnight. But we had a schedule to keep. We had to make it through the notch, over the pass, and down into the valley to the refugio by dark.
The Notch by Noon. The Refugio by Dark.
The Steep Ride to the Notch
The ride to the pass was steep and lasted about 3 hours, clearing over 3,000 vertical feet in under 3 miles. As we neared the top, the switchbacks and loose stones made it a hard going for the horses. The solitude and vast emptiness are staggering.
Nearing the small gap and looking back east, the skies were clear and blue.
At the Notch – A Last Look Back into the Cloud-Covered Uco Valley
However, the clouds from the other side of the pass continued to build and blow over the tops of the snow-capped ridge. Not a great sign.
The pass, the highest point on the trip, is a height of 4,362 meters (14,311 feet). Our ride would then take us down 5,000 feet to the valley floor at 2,877 meters (9,438 feet) for the night.
Once at the gap, we felt the first slaps of snow in our faces. They were hard snow pellets, like being hit in the face with tic-tac candy. Once through the gap, the wind was fierce and exposed skin was tingly in the wind-induced cold. I’m guessing that the actual temps were in the single digits, but wind at 30+ mph made it feel bitterly cold.
Through the Notch and into the Storm Ahead
We were freezing at the top of the pass. But the good news came once we dropped down about 1,500 feet to the first plateau.
There we warmed up to various vices. Carol and I enjoyed a yerba mate; Cora, some Nicaraguan Momotombo chocolates; and Steve, some Nicaraguan Rum, Flor de Caña. The wind was calmer and the temps, by comparison, warmer. But only by comparison.
Cora Enjoying Some Fine Nicaraguan Chocolates
Steve Enjoying Some Flor de Caña Nicaraguan Rum
Carol Hitting the Mate
This pass, in fact the entire route that we rode, was historically used as a crossing to move beef cattle raised in Argentina to market in Chile. In the 1940s, the trucker’s union in Argentina made it illegal to move cattle to the market in Chile by any other means than truck. (A classic example of domestic protectionism that stifles free trade, entrepreneurism, and personal freedom.)
The route was used for hundreds of years. And each year, as cattle passed through the high pass, many would slip off the narrow trail and plummet to their death in the valley below. There is indeed a pile of bones at the bottom of the first pass, preserved for 75+ years in the dry, cold climate.
The Notch and Steep Path Down
The Cattle Bone Yard
As we rode down into the valley, we left the barren rock falls and passed into some grass-covered slopes at the lower altitude. Along the way, Rolo pointed out Guanacos, cousins of the Llama that live in these empty mountains and valleys.
Rolo Pointing to Guanacas in the Distance
Photo Courtesy of Wikipedia
It’s hard to imagine what they find to eat, especially in winter. The pickings around us looked pretty sparse, and that’s in the height of summer. Nonetheless, somehow they thrive here.
It was fun to watch the herds as they scramble up the mountains to clear a way for our passage. Chirping. Yes, chirping. Strange sound for a deer-like animal to make.
Shelter is a wonderful thing and has now been added to my litany of things I thank God for each day in my prayers. It is something I know I took for granted. After a long day in the clouds and snow, we were all cold, tired, and ready to be inside. Grateful for shelter of any kind at that point.
The Flag That Signals the Refugio is Near – A Welcome Sight
The Refugio – An Army Outpost in the Middle of Nowhere
A refugio is a stone building that will break the fierce wind and is a welcome comfort indeed. This one, the Real de la Cruz, is an army outpost that can be reached in only three ways: by foot, by helicopter, and by horse.
Our horses sensed they were near, too, and mine began to trot. Everyone is excited to be finished with a long day crossing the high pass. Our home for the next two nights. The refugio at last!
Dismount and Head Indoors – Ready for a Warm Meal
Next week, a day in the valley to rest up and explore the cliffs, crags, and a brilliant pond. For now, thanks for reading along and be in touch if you’d like to learn a bit more about Argentina and/or more about owning a vineyard home in Mendoza.
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