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| View of Fitz Roy from Laguna del Desierto |
The boat ride across the lake was relativelz uneventful. There were tourists, cyclists, and me. At the far end of the lake, I officially exited Argentina.
I fully expected to camp at the free campground here as it was already 6:30,but I noticed that all of the cyclists were surrounding a caballero and about 8 horses. I went over and learned that for 7.5mil, I could have my heavy bag transported the 24 km across to Lago OHiggins. Feel a little guilty, I accepted rationalizing that it was very late.
I was introspective as I plodded alone thru the muddy Coigue and Lenga forest as it was the 3 month anniversary since I left my job. The thought that kept recurring is that I still dont feel relaxed. Im still feeling drained mentally. I have not been able to read a book and can not retain much new information. The residuals from my job are astounding. One things is really apparent, I need more time to heal and rejuvenate.
I crossed the border by myself and reached the camping area at the estancia in good time. I had a good nights sleep at the quiet estancia amid 6 cyclists.
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