Frey during Otoño.
Excerpt: "…Pedro the refugiero… what a cool life… talk about alone time… just me and old Pedro, and a whole lotta cold… soundtrack for the weekend - Stevie Ray Vaughn, Shocking Blue, Deep Purple, Jethro Tull, Neville Brothers, Pulp Fiction, America, Simon & Garfunkle…"
Lago Gutierrez.
Excerpt: "…first trip to Frey you were alone, trees turning, trails hidden by rolling carpet of tiny yellow and orange leaves… coihue?... you lost the trail to the carpet of leaves and trekked for an hour in the dark… that was funny… meditation, prayer, yoga, writing... coihues… seem as tall as the jungle in Guatemala… you should check on that… fluorescent sea-foam green beards of moss hanging from the forests… spiral growth patterns of the plants… always the same patterns… forests of bamboo… the rivers talk… just quiet all the damn noise in your head and listen… no, they sing… and what songs… how they sooth, how they draw you in… next time, camp next to the river…"
Excerpt: "There is a harmony in the fissure lines of the towering spires surrounding Frey… can't discern it with my mind, but I can feel it when I engage other perceptive capacities… sweeping strokes of divine consciousness… man could never harmonize so flawlessly… maybe Beethoven, but I doubt it… a structure not so easily discernable… more akin to the channeled flow of a Miles Davis, though I doubt that even he could channel melodies this complex, despite his mojo…"
Iceskating on Laguna Toncek…
...the only time of year when this vantage point is readily accessible.
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