65.21: Call back the past: A delightful visit to Argentine.

  I suppose we can be accused of calling all trips and experiences memorable. Therefore, I won't use those words now, but you can imply whatever appears to be appropriate or makes sense. Here are a few photographs which give a taste of the natural wonders of this beautiful country, particularly the early morning mountain scenes and the abundance of flowing water and lakes. Rather than allow these photographs to accumulate moisture in the clouds, we bring them down to earth as a reminder of how fortunate we all are. 

  As an aside, it struck me that our time in the country felt similar to traveling in Europe. I often had to remind myself where we were and that it was not Europe.  

It's hard to beat this sunrise scene at Mount Fitzroy.
The water flows at Iguazu Falls, staggering.
It's almost illusionary as the sights of the same objects seem to vary so much when one changes view positions. I was always taken in by this mountain scene, the top looks like a cat's head from the rear...an opinion.

Jen takes the gap and the mountain scene confronts her.

We took a shuttle to a nearby town and walked back along a trail through and over the mountains. Next time, we should take the shuttle back.
From the peak above, Jen makes her way down through the magnificent, colorful region.

This mountain had my interest during the whole period of the visit to El Chalten. (Cat's head.) 

  Iguazu Falls is a wonder of the world.

A quiet spot tucked away in the mountains providing serenity and reflections.
A function of the time of day...early.

The only desert region we came across over the period. 

  Then ice baths to enjoy after a strenuous hike.

One foot at a time, placed carefully and it's a 'piece of cake'...perhaps cake is incorrect in this context. 

The team got together to provide us a quick 'shot' before they separated again.
A tough day on a rugged hike, Loma Tumbado.
The next two-color variations are totally dependent on the sun's position.
Early morning sun to redden the rocks. 

On the outskirts of San Carlos de Bariloche, our base for the visit.
Let the water flow. To the left of the falls is Brazil, talking of a small world with massive countries.
Cheers, 

Jenni and Jeffrey

71.19: Portugal: Geres: The town of Fafiao in the middle of 'Nowhere'...which in this region is a lovely place.

The honesty or frankness of the early morning light and its effects.
The feeling continues.
  The roads in the National Forest are pretty good for where they take one and how edgy they are and can be even edgier. Often, Jen finds herself in a trance as she travels with me, a ghost-driver for want of a description, while sitting in the passenger seat. 

  We did notice that most of the tight and narrow roads are without painted lines down the middle. It seems that should they divide the roads in the usual manner, then motorists might believe there is room for two. Yet in essence, when cars cross, they have to make adjustments which can be tricky if one happens to be on an edge, often the case. Perhaps that's why Jen is rather quiet at times. Motorbikes have it easy though, but I don't believe she would like to be on the back of one or for that matter, anywhere on it. Who said life on the road was easy? 

We explored the one side of the river while rising to the peak, then returned to head to the overlook in the opposite direction.
From distance, notwithstanding the need for reading glasses, my eyesight is good. (Jen says I look better from long distances, too). This appeared to be a tower to ole 'good eyes'. We returned to head to the peak on the left of the "tower".
Why did we not think of taking the road? Sometimes we're a little slow in understanding the issues.
Jen reaches a high point during part 1 of the hike.
Bushwhacking occurs when you are frustrated so you take it out on the poor bushes and their thorns. Hence, sometimes you have to be 'cruel to be kind, kids.'
And again. 

  Aha! the target is visible as Jen wipes the bush from her eyes. Just get through a few more and we're almost there.
You have to love (admire) the places in the mountains where people settle. There's a 'Walmart' just over the hill within walking distance.
Meantime 'twinkle-toes' missed a turn and is now on the wrong side of the river.
Crossing the bridge in the distance to get to the right-side of the river which is on the left. Who would have thought of a right and wrong side to a river? You need binoculars to see him crossing the bridge.
Can't believe it. There's another part of Lake Canicada. Has the lake no boundaries?...Hope not.
Isn't that nice? They are preparing the overlook for our arrival. Cleaning it and hopefully, the coffee will be piping hot. No wonder we like Geres so much.
Just below the peak is the wolf-compound. Apparently, this is where the Romans kept the wolves. 'Don't fence... um...wall us in', could have been their cries or barks. We prefer 'keeping the wolves from the door', though.
Jen reaches the overlook. 'Look', she exclaims, 'No hands.' As if we need another show-off in the family.
The lake is really something special. It is shaped in a cross format with other ancillary legs branching from it, so it cuts across the region.
From up here on the lookout, one makes out the paths, roads, trails...however, it hardly helps. Looks different from below should you be able to find them.
How did you get where you are and why are you resting again, Jen?

He begged for a shot on the Overlook so in a moment of weakness, Jen gave in. Apparently, he felt wired for the occasion. Dumb comments like that nearly lost him the opportunity.
Cheers, 

Jenni and Jeffrey

Whenever a person needs a pickup, don't 'Lyft', rather view reflections...an opinion.
Amazing: They moved the tower down to lake surface.