14 – Parque National Llanos de Challe

The tent pitched, the fire going, the wind switched, but still blowin', moon rising, waves breaking, chows on, smellin' bacon...(took a little poetic license... they were hot dogs). Oh well, the fire WAS going. Oddly enough a key to making the fire a reality, had been my recently acquired (and agonizingly selected for the kit)… Continue reading 14 – Parque National Llanos de Challe