2023 11 Locura Chile 4 baking bread
We get up late, for this is a 0 day. Only a short ride to the next camp. It's Def. Warmer than last night, with the hot little frost on the water. I sleppt inside the shelter, that was covered with a tarp, to stay out of the wind, knowing my friends did not want to get up early. After they peeled themselves out of several layers of Blankets and sleeping bags they sat down at the fire I got going and Bernardo started to work the flower mixed with oil, water and a little salt and yeast to form a dough for baking bread over the glowing amber of the wood we burned. The smell of freshly baked buns and coffee filled the little cove we were huddling together at and with homemade goat cheese and Italian salami it was a delicious breakfast.
We had fed some oats to the horses, and they were grazing on long ropes connected to iron ground stakes nearby. I drilled a whole into the point of a goat horn I had found at the shelter and cut it down to about half an inch. 1.2 cm to make a stopper for my new leather hat string, so the hat would stay with me and not take off with the gusts of wind like it did twice over the last two days. We ride up the valley on small trails trying to avoid the big rocks that prevent good footing and avoiding the deep swampy holes in the flooded Gras slopes. There is a group of about 40 cows grazing further up the valley and we find tracks of a big group of horses and mules in the sand of the trail. We reach another small Shelter without a lot if grass and we let Bernardo and the packhorse stay at the shelter, while Meret and I ride up the valley looking for unoccupied grazing. We find a better spot for the horses to graze and decide to camp in the open instead of the shelter. While Bernardo is building a wind protected fireplace, Meret is gathering firewood and water, I set up my tarp in the windshade of some bushes to get us some cover for the night. The horses will be tied to some bushes.
We get up late, for this is a 0 day. Only a short ride to the next camp. It's Def. Warmer than last night, with the hot little frost on the water. I sleppt inside the shelter, that was covered with a tarp, to stay out of the wind, knowing my friends did not want to get up early. After they peeled themselves out of several layers of Blankets and sleeping bags they sat down at the fire I got going and Bernardo started to work the flower mixed with oil, water and a little salt and yeast to form a dough for baking bread over the glowing amber of the wood we burned. The smell of freshly baked buns and coffee filled the little cove we were huddling together at and with homemade goat cheese and Italian salami it was a delicious breakfast.
We had fed some oats to the horses, and they were grazing on long ropes connected to iron ground stakes nearby. I drilled a whole into the point of a goat horn I had found at the shelter and cut it down to about half an inch. 1.2 cm to make a stopper for my new leather hat string, so the hat would stay with me and not take off with the gusts of wind like it did twice over the last two days. We ride up the valley on small trails trying to avoid the big rocks that prevent good footing and avoiding the deep swampy holes in the flooded Gras slopes. There is a group of about 40 cows grazing further up the valley and we find tracks of a big group of horses and mules in the sand of the trail. We reach another small Shelter without a lot if grass and we let Bernardo and the packhorse stay at the shelter, while Meret and I ride up the valley looking for unoccupied grazing. We find a better spot for the horses to graze and decide to camp in the open instead of the shelter. While Bernardo is building a wind protected fireplace, Meret is gathering firewood and water, I set up my tarp in the windshade of some bushes to get us some cover for the night. The horses will be tied to some bushes.