Lago Puelo is a turquoise jewel surrounded by mountains near the Chilean border with plenty of hiking and fishing opportunities. The town of Lago Puelo is only a short distance away so shopping for food was simple. The campground was set in the trees with a black berry bushes, plum trees, and cherry trees - the trees were taking a bit of a beating from people collecting fruit.
Lago Puelo was entirely Argentinians on vacation camping by the lake, swimming by day and grilling at night - we did the same. We felt less like tourists and more like vacationers. Tourism can be tiring always moving from one site to the next making sure you see everything to be seen. A vacation is about relaxation. Consequently, we did not see any tourists and were somewhat of a novelty for the park.
Argentina is the first Latin American country where I have regularly seen nationals in r.v.'s - the owner of this especially nice Ford 350 diesel with matching cab over camper offered to sell it to Matt for $40,000 - vehicles are expensive here.
Susan, Matt and I rented kayaks one day to go out on the lake and I took out my fly rod for the first time.
A couple rivers flowed into the lake with a variety of trout and Atlantic Salmon - it took me a little bit to get back into casting my fly rod and figure out what was going to work . . .
Green wooly buggers - everyone likes a green woolly bugger including this Atlantic Salmon that I caught in the river.
Susan and Matt went out for some long day hikes around the lake in the mountains
and one day made it to the Chilean border but no one was there to stamp their passports . . .
Camping by the lake was the perfect way to relax and visit over long mornings of coffee and mate.
After four days of enjoying the monotony of endless natural beauty we returned to El Bolson to check out the local hops festival and sample micro brews. The next day Susan and Matt headed north towards Mendoza while I stayed in El Bolson to repair my free hub and wait for Matt Kelly before heading south on the final leg of the trip.
I have a hard time believing I am almost done with maybe 1500 miles to go.
Lago Puelo is a turquoise jewel surrounded by mountains near the Chilean border with plenty of hiking and fishing opportunities. The town of Lago Puelo is only a short distance away so shopping for food was simple. The campground was set in the trees with a black berry bushes, plum trees, and cherry trees - the trees were taking a bit of a beating from people collecting fruit.
Lago Puelo was entirely Argentinians on vacation camping by the lake, swimming by day and grilling at night - we did the same. We felt less like tourists and more like vacationers. Tourism can be tiring always moving from one site to the next making sure you see everything to be seen. A vacation is about relaxation. Consequently, we did not see any tourists and were somewhat of a novelty for the park.
Argentina is the first Latin American country where I have regularly seen nationals in r.v.'s - the owner of this especially nice Ford 350 diesel with matching cab over camper offered to sell it to Matt for $40,000 - vehicles are expensive here.
Susan, Matt and I rented kayaks one day to go out on the lake and I took out my fly rod for the first time.
A couple rivers flowed into the lake with a variety of trout and Atlantic Salmon - it took me a little bit to get back into casting my fly rod and figure out what was going to work . . . 
Green wooly buggers - everyone likes a green woolly bugger including this Atlantic Salmon that I caught in the river.
Susan and Matt went out for some long day hikes around the lake in the mountains
and one day made it to the Chilean border but no one was there to stamp their passports . . .
Camping by the lake was the perfect way to relax and visit over long mornings of coffee and mate.
After four days of enjoying the monotony of endless natural beauty we returned to El Bolson to check out the local hops festival and sample micro brews. The next day Susan and Matt headed north towards Mendoza while I stayed in El Bolson to repair my free hub and wait for Matt Kelly before heading south on the final leg of the trip.
I have a hard time believing I am almost done with maybe 1500 miles to go.
Fantastic Greg!
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I knew he wasn't paddling back there! That Bastard.
ReplyDeleteWhat beautiful pictures !!! Looks absolutely fabulous !! Also glad you got to get your fly rod out ...and caught one good looking fish !
ReplyDeleteEnjoy the rest of your adventure . Will be looking forward to seeing you again soon !
1500 still? Those southern countries sure are long...keep the awesome photos and insights coming...peace...p
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