Sunday, April 24, 2011

Easter in Argentina!


Location: Mendoza, Argentina

Rundown: Took to Argentina during Easter break for some wine tasting, horseback riding, and hiking under the world's tallest mountain outside of the Himalayas!


Took off right after school on Wednesday afternoon, with a few less documents than we should have had for crossing in to Argentina with the car. By the time we got to the border the night was cold with the altitude, and the officials let us through without too much fuss. We drove into Mendoza after about 6 hours on the road.


Stayed at a backpacker hostel, and felt a little out of place with our transportation! We took off early the next morning to soak up a little of the wine culture Mendoza is famous for. The city is very green, full of trees and parks. Beautiful place to be.




Took a drive out to the Lopez vineyard, a well renown Argentinian wine maker. We toured their extensive facilities that blend new and old technologies.


We even got to sample a few of their finest! Not bad for an impromptu drop in!



Lopez vineyards have been around for a while... when is the last time you saw a guy like that drinking out of a wineskin? I want one!

In Mendoza we got to try the killer carne that Argentina is famous for, along with some amazing wines.


Drove out of Mendoza and through the vineyards surrounding on the way to Uspallata, a tiny, dirt-street town a few hours west.

Although they grow all types, Mendoza grows a lot of Malbec. Below, a perky Merlot. You have to try 'em all though!

The roads through the mountains and highlands are gorgeous. I'd love to try it again on a motorcycle!

The road hugs the mountains, tucking through tunnels to avoid the winding rivers.




USPALLATA

The southern hemisphere is in it's autumn cycle, so the trees are all changing color. All the aspen light up golden in the sun.
Arrived in Uspallata with much of the afternoon left, so we rustled up a huaso to take us up into the mountains on horseback. The roads of the town were lined with tall aspen which shaded us as we rode out of town.

We rode carefully up a narrow canyon, or quebrada. Our sure-footed horses lugged us up without too much complaining. My big guy was even feeling photogenic despite the haul!

An hour into the climb, the quebrada flattened out and spit us out in a high plain.

Had fun getting our 'cowpoke' on.


Our wrangler brought us to an old copper mine, which was completely worked by hammer and pike. We tied up the horses outside and went in to explore with lights. Veins of copper and quartz could still be seen buried in the mine's walls.

It was amazing how much material was removed from the earth by hand in all directions. In some places the ceilings extended up dozens of meters. In others the floor fell away to unknown depths. We watched our footing.

Back in the sunlight we mounted up and headed the posse back for town.


Once on solid ground, our wrangler was satisfied that we could handle ourselves on horseback, and let us gallop the rest of the way back the ranch. The tall straight aspen lined the dirt roads leading into town. The low sun lit them up like flames. Made for a gorgeous ride in.


Spent some time soaking up the low-key culture of the tiny town.



PARQUE NACIONAL ACONCAGUA


The next day we hit the road and climbed towards the pass where the 23,000 foot Aconcagua stands, the highest peak outside of the Himalayas, for a little hike.


The air was pretty thin to start with, but the valley leading towards Aconcagua was beautiful, and the sun, warm.



In the distance the massive mountain lures you up the valley like a flame draws moths...with backpacks.


We hiked for a few hours up and up, the mountain not moving much towards us.


Eventually reached Confluencias, the base camp for mountaineering excursions up Aconcagua.

Chowed down on some snackies at our highest point, which, despite the already high altitude, wasn't even half-way between sea-level and the peak. Long way to climb yet! Maybe some day soon...


Without a doubt, will be heading back to beautiful Argentina!


Saturday, April 9, 2011

Russians Invade Chile

Расположение: центр Сантьяго, Чили
(Location: Downtown Santiago, Chile)

Информация: Pусские буря в Сантьяго по триатлону эпических пропорций.

(Rundown: The Russians storm into Santiago for a triathlon of epic proportions.)



Pусских олимпийцев 1984 года вернулись с удвоенной силой. Они приходят в Сантьяго подметать Дискотека Мэри Приключенческая гонка, как ветер несется через Сибирь.
(The Russians Olympians of the 1984 are back with a vengeance. They come to Santiago to sweep the Disco Mary Adventure Race like wind sweeps through Siberia.)

Сборная России растягивается, прежде чем делать борьбу с свинымСантьяго.
(The Russian team stretches out before doing battle with Santiago swine.)

Носки: прямо с ребенком России! Фамилия: Польша!
(The socks: straight from Russia baby! The last name: Polandia!)


События состоят из бег, велосипед, фонтан купания,и подружиться с местными жителями.
(Events consist of running, biking, fountain bathing, and making friends with the locals.)






Pусские занимают второе в троеборье! Кто-нибудь удивлен, что ониделают так хорошо? НЕТ!
(The Russians take second in the triathlon! Is anyone surprised they do so well? NO!)

Русские также занять первое место в том, жесткие (и лучшихкостюмах!)
Russians also take first place in being the toughest (and best costumed!)


Yes, I know we're missing a 'и'. Come talk to me about it!

Monday, March 14, 2011

Paragliding in Huecheraba

Location: The Skies of Santiago, Chile
Rundown: In full-tilt paragliding season. The thermals are strong and the flyin' is easy...most of the time. Thermallin', not just for diabetics anymore!

Here's a little video to start it off!

Piloting! Sweet!

In the last couple of month I've been getting out to fly about twice a week. Drive up into the Huecheraba canyon to the prime flying site in Santiago on dusty, winding switchbacks, past shrub trees and big-eyed cows.

The gear is light and small enough to fit in a backpack and is ready to fly in less than five minutes. We fly with radios and reserve chutes, just in case.

It gets cold in the air, since you're always have air flowing around you, so even on the warm days, we fly with jackets.

Pilots lay their canopy out with the wind flowing over their backs, and check their rigs before 'inflating' the paraglider. The canopies are just chambers of air that keep the wing's shape, so there needs to be a little air moving to launch. Like landlocked surfers, pilots wait on ridges for the conditions to be right to launch.

Pull the canopy into the wind and the cells fill with air. Turn under the canopy and do the odd, loping gait into the wind to launch.

And away you go.

Dynamic flying is a little like surfing. The wind comes in over the flatlands and is deflected up the mountain side. We take advantage of the lift, ride it up above where we launched. Generally, flights are about an hour or so, depending, but I've had flights as long as two hours. You just need to know where to look for the lift.


Flying is pretty gentle when the conditions are good. When they aren't it's like being on a rocking boat. You're a pendulum always trying to find equilibrium. Eat your heart out physics.


The rear of each wing is attached to a break that is used for steering. Pull on the left break, the left wingtip catches more wind and slow, the right wing is moving faster and turns the glider left. Simple.

Huecheraba is a popular place to fly, just off Vespucio Norte. On good days a dozen or so brightly colored canopies will be floating the sky. Like good pilots, we keep our heads on a swivel to avoid collisions, and thought there is a lot of space up there, sometimes you get pretty close to each other!



There's a saying around the paragliding community: 'There are no good pilots, only old pilots". There are indeed a few old pilots who have been flying for twenty years in Santiago, and many younger good pilots as well to take notes and fly with.

My instructors have been amazing. Juan Sikic and Marcelo Pairoa are very experienced, teaching in Chile and Spain. If you're ever in Santiago, go out for a day flying tandem with them! http://www.parapente.cl/ Contact them at: parapente@parapente.cl

Marcelo comes blasting in out of the sun. When great instructors aren't teaching, they're flying!

A few weeks ago the sun was setting in the West as the moon was rising in the East. The paragliders were still up. Breathtaking!

We often fly until dark, coming down just in time for the end of the twilight!

The evenings are the best time to fly because the land is still hot from the sun, but the air is cooler, so good thermals arise. Flying at sunset is pretty tough, but someone has to do it. So, what did you do Sunday night?