Work slowed down mid-February and it was time to move on.
So with hundreds of pesos we took the overnight bus to Buenos Aires to indulge our last few days in Argentina. We spent one day at the US Embassy (Note here: when traveling, make a photocopy of your passport.) and the rest of the week was spent on seafood empanadas, wine, and the tango. Buenos Aires is a dazzling city with countless corridors of street musicians and dancers. It is one of the largest cities on earth with nearly 13 million people (that’s almost twice the size of NYC).
We bused back to Potrerillos and spent our final afternoon closing down the cabana and finding a new sucker to feed the Huevo and Remo. We flew out of Mendoza on the 27th of February and landed in Atlanta the following afternoon.
We had arrived in Argentina as spring gave way to summer and left as summer was fading into fall. I was four days in Georgia as the first Bradford pears christened the Spring and then we were off again, this time to ride the final snowfalls of winter in Colorado.
It was dark and rainy when we left Atlanta and it didn’t clear up till after Little Rock. There was 900 miles on I40 and the intergalactic adventures of the lawless desert planet Dune before we reached the foothills of the Rockies. As we passed through Santa Fe the first traces of snow littered the highway and there were snow flurries on the road ahead. By the time we entered Colorado the storm was in full effect and didn’t let up our first three days in Pagosa. Nick and I started working in time for the spring break madness at Wolf Creek, and are shredding the gnar on our days off. No plans to head back east any time soon.
mark miller droppin' singley's
