San Martin

God was angry, threw him out of the sky and closing doors were left out many angels who followed the evil. By living so long in the land they lost their wings, now roam the woods repentant. Grandma always lived in the area and says he saw them, now that you can not move live in the village but was Fito parents camp and I vowed to listen. We talked on the subject, this area of Patagonia is very common to hear legends of ethnic origin, or other UFO story with magical overtones. We agreed, the next long weekend of camping and we would soon come the rainy season and snowfall. Way to school were mingled in my mind two issues: photosynthesis and the camp … to …

Oops! Tools, supplies, antiinflamatarios. Finally, I stop ruminating preparations and get down to work. In just my son was right. And he a El Gran Dia , we chose Easter, which fell to our lot the first days of April.

San Martin De Los Andes is very stable, climatically speaking, for this time, evenings and cool mornings, sunny and warm to the siesta. The color impresses the senses, one is faced with bright colors of green, ocher, red, yellow … blue sky … very blue. On the way to Yuco venue for camping, we look carefully at the landscape. The Chapelco starting to show patches of snow and forest trails are carpeted in autumn. As soon as we are dedicated to Hit me up the tent, time running out, we had to beat the sunset.