up into the frey

This is the view from our hostel in Bariloche, looking over Nahuel Huapi Lake. Those mountains to the left are what we're about to climb.



There first day of this six day backpack extravaganza was a gentle climb up to the frey. So gentle I only had to stop for about two hours to catch some air and give a pep talk to my legs along the way. We haven't seen nor walked upon a hill in five months. I'm little out of shape. But it sure was pretty.

Once we got to the top, Tom dropped dead, I soaked my feet in the cold lake, and then we made camp, where we enjoyed a beautiful afternoon in the sun.




Tom and Matt, chillin and laughing by the lake.

Anna and Maggie taking a bath.

Our trusty tents.



Cookin some stuff.



The refugio at the frey (that's what they call mountain cabins where they sell beds and food and booze to weary travelers) .

the next morning we headed straight up a mountain to Lake Schmoll, which I almost fell in. But didn't.

If it looks badass, that's cause it is.