2023 11 Locura Chile 11 the last Majara
After breakfast we took the horses down to the well with nice clear water. We rode through colorful sandy mountain in red, Grey and beige colors. Some single trees, one with green hot peppers like fruits and cacti interchanged and gave the mountain a mysterious image in the morning sunlight. We rode up across some hills in direction of the observatories. Just below the peaks with the observatories We hit the road again and i walked Negro down the next 5 km till we left the road following the trail down the hill. In the far distance we saw the roof on another Majara blinking in the sunlight. In a culvert with a huge Willowtree we found some basins with water and let the horses have their fill. We climbed up the last range of hills before descending down to the majara of Bernardo s father. He had slaughtered a little goat for us and we feasted on its meat with some Brad and wine. It was 3 in the afternoon and the heat was at its peak when I dozed off laying on a old mattress in a storage shed. The radio was playing soulful songs of a singer with an accordion.
After breakfast we took the horses down to the well with nice clear water. We rode through colorful sandy mountain in red, Grey and beige colors. Some single trees, one with green hot peppers like fruits and cacti interchanged and gave the mountain a mysterious image in the morning sunlight. We rode up across some hills in direction of the observatories. Just below the peaks with the observatories We hit the road again and i walked Negro down the next 5 km till we left the road following the trail down the hill. In the far distance we saw the roof on another Majara blinking in the sunlight. In a culvert with a huge Willowtree we found some basins with water and let the horses have their fill. We climbed up the last range of hills before descending down to the majara of Bernardo s father. He had slaughtered a little goat for us and we feasted on its meat with some Brad and wine. It was 3 in the afternoon and the heat was at its peak when I dozed off laying on a old mattress in a storage shed. The radio was playing soulful songs of a singer with an accordion.