patagonia

it is summer and the light lasts long

and the adjustment to a slower pace was known

we were living in a van

down by the river

drinking caramel coffee

and honey beers

i can’t speak for the wine

but we got our fill of pasta 

and rock hard pan

rio blanco confluence

clouds resting

searching for moments

realizing we’re in one

warm pisco and cokes

with lots of fish biting

sometimes in luck

we wish we could get high 

cast over cast

and many lost flies

still we tried

we were new at this

but determined to learn together

and the most important thing was

we were out there

painted blues everywhere

the sky, the sea, the oceans

the color palette of heaven

bewildering us time and time again

powerful turquoise rapids

facing fear and fun at the same times

chopping the water at the front 

and diving in at the end 

and there were longer days than others

endless potholes 

or rather cautionary

zona de baches

but 5 speed was the best in the wind

over washboards

with rattling metals

and ryan reading to keep calm

long long days

but greeted by a rainbow at nacho’s house

central chile

a collective of travelers under one cabana

we spoke many languages 

and all drank the same wine

a matcha ritual 

and warm showers

with old school methods of tracking migrations

a leather portfolio recorded our passing into argentina

and chickens waved us out