Don't Fall on a Cactus

My host mom and I left the house at 6:20 this morning to be at the bus terminal by 6:45. There, we met Lindsey, our Canadian guide, and the rest of the group to spend the day climbing up and then back down a mountain. There were two guys from France, a guy from Mendoza, a French couple that moved to Canada 26 years ago, and another woman from Mendoza. It was beautiful. 

Good Morning, Sunshine.

We hiked the ridge in the center and then came down the back, around, and out through a dry river bed.

The English, French, and Spanish speaking group. The only language we all had in common was English, so the day was a mix of the three. It was really cool.

We came down this.

Coming down this stuff was worse. There was no traction. You just slid down.

The wettest part of the hike.

PS. I did not fall onto a Cactus.