Waterski Woes – Lago Alumine, Argentina

The next morning, Max and I crept downstairs just before the crack of dawn while the rest of the house was still in dreamland. We prepared tea and honey toast then went down to the dock to watch the sunrise.

I inhaled the crisp and refreshing lake air while listening to the various wildlife come alive creating a symphony of nature. The glasslike lake reflected the pink lit mountains which were enchanting with lines of cloud cutting through. We snuggled closer sipping our hot tea as the sun crept over the horizon sending rays shooting through the sky.

After another uneventful fishing trip, we decided to try our luck at waterskiing. I have always wanted to try it but I have never had the opportunity. Now, I get teased quite often because I don´t snow ski. ‘But your Canadian! All Canadians ski!’ Uh…no. Not this one. The primary factor in my resistance against the sport is the snow part. I really really don’t like the cold.

We donned wetsuits and I watched Andres, then Max plow through the lake at top speed. Next it was my turn. I wiggled myself into the wet and chilly suit then took a few pointers while Andres secured my skis for me. It really doesn’t look that hard and I was feeling quite confident especially after Max told me he stood up on the first try. He failed to mention the fact that he used to snow ski competitively.

After several attempts, I was one very cold and discouraged little girl. One can only faceplant into the freezing lake water so many times. The water here is fresh enough to drink and its a good thing because I must have swallowed half the lake. I decided that I would try again another day and we headed back to the cabin for lunch.

Uncle Claudio cooked up a traditional Argentinean asado which is a sizzling barbq grill. It was succulent and tender slow cooked meat seasoned just right satisfying the salt freak in me. I admired the variety of vibrant flowers and marvelled at the sheer size of them. One rose was as big as my head! They have little bunny rabbits hopping around everywhere around this lake which coupled with the greenery and flora, reminded me a little of teletubbyland.

We took the boat out again and stopped off on an island populated with a very unique tree that I have never seen before. Fascinating ancient trees called Araucaria have thick spiral spiney fingerlike branches curving up towards the sky. They produce piñones which are round coconut size prickley shells filled with lots of nutty seeds. We practiced our aim with the BB gun shooting the cones which would then release piles of the pinkyfinger size red seeds.

Once I perfected my aim, the feeling was much like smashing a piñata filled with candy scattering to the ground. We scrambled about gathering up hundreds of them as they assured me would be a tasty snack for later after we cooked them. So instead of collecting up Easter eggs, we did natures version. I thought about my little nephews who would be scouring the house for their easter treats at just about this same hour.

Afterwards, we piled back into the truck to drive back to Neuquen so Andres could go to work. Altho we left after nightfall, luck presented us with a magnificently intense electrical storm which seemed to move with us the whole way home.

For 5 hours, the fractured sky ahead dazzled us in shades of pink, red and green. Lightning rods danced on the horizon as separate storm occurring simultaneously above, produced sheets of illumination highlighting the blusterous clouds. We never did actually reach the storm so it was as if we were sitting in mother natures IMAX. Brilliant. A fitting end to a wonderful day at Lake Aluminé.

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