¨Risa.... Damn girl, what the heck. Your wish is our command.¨
03.08.2012 - 03.18.2012 65 °F
HOLY SH**T you listened!!
How da, wha da, who coulda thunk it?? Was the moon circling around mercury? Did the stars align in a diagonal pattern?
Damn, I should have bet someone on this one.... be still my heart.
So as luck would have it, clif bar got the memo.... and they answered. With an astounding, ¨Sounds good to me!¨ They are so awesome.
That date Saturday night. Oh that wonderful date I was biking towards. Well, my husband arrived in Argentina... and luckily he was my date or I would have been in Trouble with a capital T!
And why was I so excited to see him? Because he brought me Clif Bars!! Loads and loads of Clif bars!!... The company sent boxes to my house, and I can say I am walking a little bit taller with a proud grin. And I have my husband with me, which is also pretty great after 4 months of him waiting patiently.
But who to share the wealth with? Only the bestest of the best should be so lucky to eat this imported scrumptuous gobbily goodness. So I chose those who are bad-ass outdoor dudes, rad solo females, and those who have helped me along the way, for just being great people.
So before leaving El chalten, Miguel, an awesome mountaineer-climber who solos Fitz Roy in his spare time away from working at the Supermarket, took me into his home, out of the rain, and provided me with a warm place and hot food for a couple of days. He then hooked me up with a buddy who had a buddy who had a mom in El Calafate, and they have since provided me with shelter as well. The best way I could repay him.... my Last clif bar. Thanks for your awesomeness Miguel. (Yo se estas leeyendo esto, gracias otra vez.)
I first left a bunch of bars at the bike shop, and told my friends who I knew would be coming through to pick them up. Then there was Ike with a bike. I met him in Torres del Paine and he is biking north and wants to know when the wind will stop. I told him it`s not, he`s going the wrong way.
Then there was a Chilean girl hiking in Torres del Paine.... had a bum knee and limping along. But rarely do you see female Chileans alone in the woods, or alone anywhere, so she definately deserved a Clif Bar. She said I was the first friend she made on the trail.
And the dude with the bike... in the rain in Puerto Natales. He had no idea that while looking for dry shelter, a clif bar would come flying out of the sky into his arms. Definately his lucky day. And no that`s not a bun in the oven, Jared hasn`t been there THAAT long. Well, actually it IS a bun in the oven, but how else can you keep bread dry in Patagonia than to hide it in your clothes.
OH, and my favorite Lithuanian duo, who have been traveling for over 17 months with bikes, they got a few bars. Andf many many more people have been blessed with this amazing treat. No more starvation, deprivation, or salivation. I am nutrient-rich once again.
What more can I say. Clif Bar, this one is for you.