{"id":11165,"date":"2017-04-28T02:30:21","date_gmt":"2017-04-28T06:30:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.escapeartist.com\/?p=11165"},"modified":"2020-08-28T08:14:28","modified_gmt":"2020-08-28T12:14:28","slug":"up-and-out-of-the-valley","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.escapeartist.com\/blog\/up-and-out-of-the-valley\/","title":{"rendered":"Up and Out of the Valley"},"content":{"rendered":"

The sun is up before 7, but you can\u2019t see it due to the high walls of the canyon. The light is diffuse and the air is crisp until the rays of the sun can warm it up a bit. After a hearty breakfast of eggs, bacon, potatoes, toast, jam and, yes, <\/span>mate<\/span><\/i>, we are packing up to get a move on. Our team prepares the horses and pack mules, and we saddle up rested and ready for a day on the trail. It\u2019s a lot to pack up, but self sufficiency is key in these parts. Everything from large knives to extra spurs; if you find that you need it, you better have it with you.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"Hot<\/p>\n

Hot water<\/em><\/p>\n

\"Up<\/p>\n

\"Mounting<\/p>\n

Mounting up at dawn for river crossing<\/em><\/p>\n

The sun is reaching the peaks and walls of the easterly facing mountains. More importantly, the snowmelt grows stronger with each passing moment, swelling the river we\u2019ll have to cross on horseback before it gets too high. First, we head upstream to the crossing point and find the water levels low enough to cross.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"Boulder<\/p>\n

Boulder valley at Sunrise<\/em><\/p>\n

After a fairly easy crossing (for the rider), we pick our way across the boulder-strewn valley and up a western tributary toward the next high pass and the Chilean border along the ridge line. We can see the peaks off in the distance, but it is hard to imagine that we will be at its base by nightfall to camp.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"River<\/p>\n

River at dawn crossing<\/em><\/p>\n

The ride up and out of the valley takes us across the first grassy meadow we\u2019ve seen. It is here we pass a hiker. Yes, you read that right. A hiker, alone walking the trail and heading the way we came. He\u2019s the fourth person we\u2019ve seen in 3 days, apart from the soldiers at the <\/span>refugio<\/span><\/i>. I should have snapped a picture of him, but I didn\u2019t think of it at the time.<\/span><\/p>\n

My hat is off to this intrepid hiker. It\u2019s a long, lonely trail, and he\u2019s seeing every bit of it up close and at slow speed.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"My<\/p>\n

My faithful companion<\/em><\/p>\n

The rock formations coming up from the bottom of the valley are spectacular. There\u2019s just enough moisture seeping from the formations to let the plants grow, creating a colorful slide of beauty that is awe inspiring.<\/span><\/p>\n

Very shortly after, however, the new canyon we are traversing changes over to a spectacular red sandstone cliff formation. There are a few waterfalls coming off the sides and caves cut back into it by wind and water over the eons. The wind carvings are incredible when you think of the time it must take to blow sand long enough to cut away the rock face.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"Changes<\/p>\n

Changes to sandstone<\/em><\/p>\n

\"Wind<\/p>\n

Wind carved caves<\/em><\/p>\n

Time is both immediate and endless in this part of the world. There are no real measures of time other than the clip clop of the horses\u2019 feet, a twang in the stomach for lunch, and the movement of the sun across the blue, blue sky.<\/span><\/p>\n

These seemingly contradictory terms spin in my head. Timeless and timely. Immediate and endless. These terms weave themselves into a reality so deep and profound that no words can describe them. The expansiveness of the space, the silence that grips you, the scale and scope of the mountainous features that dwarf any human presence give pause to anyone with a soul.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"Wide<\/p>\n

Wide Open Spaces<\/em><\/p>\n

Before we set out on this adventure, Carol had wondered about being bored. Riding a horse through seemingly empty high desert for 5 days could appear on the surface to be boring. But as a person who\u2019s spent countless hours in the woods playing, hunting, and fishing, I knew from experience that boredom would not be an issue. I assured her that she would be anything but. Serious drop offs into canyons also help keep the boredom at bay.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"Long<\/p>\n

Long way down<\/em><\/p>\n

Nor would loneliness be a concern. The Fisherman\u2019s Creed speaks to a great truth about being out in nature. I don\u2019t remember the whole thing; in fact I only remember 3 words of the poem. It\u2019s the part that promises, \u201cSolitude without loneliness.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\"Resource<\/a><\/p>\n

Truer words could not be spoken about being in the wild. Especially in the high desert with 100-mile vistas only interrupted by snowcapped mountains. Plenty of solitude. Zero loneliness. Plus some excitement!<\/span><\/p>\n

\"100<\/p>\n

100 mile vistas<\/em><\/p>\n

As we neared our next campsite, the mule train caught up with us – with Jani at the lead. She is a real cowgirl and made a show of it by rounding up the break-away mule. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\"Jani,<\/p>\n

Jani, our chef, and the mule train<\/em><\/p>\n

While we waited for them to pass on the narrow trail, we took a break to water our horses. I found some flowers to admire along a small creek coming down the mountain. Even here, where most of the space is desolate rock, sand, and clay, patches of color come to life and jump out brightly in contrast to the whites, browns, and grays of everything else. \u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\"Putting<\/p>\n

Putting the horses out for the night<\/em><\/p>\n

With some weather rolling in, we decide to jump in and help pitch the tents alongside Rolo and his team. I\u2019m not sure that we were that much help, but sometimes it\u2019s the effort that counts.<\/span><\/p>\n

As it was, the skies were looking like a storm so we also built wind and rain blocks along the north sides of the fire pit for cooking. Tents went up, secured by large rocks, and we adjourned inside for tea while the hail stones beat a rhythm on our shelter.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"Carol<\/p>\n

Carol supervising tent set up<\/em><\/p>\n

\"High<\/p>\n

High tea at 10,886 feet<\/em><\/p>\n

Later that evening after the storm had passed, the team took the horses up the hill to pasture in a green meadow for the night<\/span><\/p>\n

For dinner, Jani made us a stew in a pumpkin. Fresh vegetables, meat, and sauces were placed in a few pumpkins and set in the coals of the fire for a couple hours. This is a special way to cook in bad weather, because the heat bakes the food inside the \u201cpot\u201d and you can keep the fire going – moving coals to areas that needed heat. But you\u2019ve got to remember the pumpkin, of course.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"Dinner<\/p>\n

Dinner in a pumkin<\/em><\/p>\n

After dinner, we sat and enjoyed our final evening in the mountains. Tomorrow we would make the steep climb to the Chilean border and down the other side to the pick-up near some hot springs and a glacial lake. Lingering longer after dinner than usual, we enjoyed some political discussions in the tent, philosophized deeply, and really drank in the event in which we were fully engaged.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"Late<\/p>\n

Late night political discussions<\/em><\/p>\n

On an annual basis, the people making this trek number under 100. In the past centuries, gauchos drove tens of thousands of cows over the passes to market, but the number of gauchos, while not known, was likely in the tens or teens each year.<\/span><\/p>\n

To pass through this space, a place so infrequently traveled by other people, is special and unique. It\u2019s an experience remote, vast, and intimate all at the same time. Life changing in subtle ways that truly escape words. Pausing on our last night to reflect on this experience and recognize the deep gratitude for the opportunity rounds out the days on the trail. For tomorrow we head out and back to the \u201creal world\u201d – whatever that means.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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