When we arrived in Bariloche in early June we were surprised to find a green landscape. For weeks we had been looking forward to our first encounter with the southern winter. The views west toward the Andean Cordillera over Lago Nahuel Huapi were breathtaking enough though, even without much snow.
We used the fair weather to do some exploring of the area on foot, riding the teleférico (gondola) up to Cerro Otto just outside town.
Thew views from Cerro Otto gave us more perspective into the Patagonian lake district extending west from Bariloche into the Cordillera.
Bariloche (below in the distance) lies on the eastern shore of Lago Nahuel Huapi, at the point where the brown desert landscape that makes up the majority of the Rio Negro province begins to rise toward to the green foothills of the Andes.
Make that the white snow-covered foothills of the Andes...
The first snow came just about a week after we arrived. We took advantage of the situation and improvised a ´culo patín´ out of a plastic bag. After a few runs down the steep drive down the block, the neighbor kids were nice enough to lend us their fancy plastic one.
Some of the local trees still hung on to their berries well into the first snows, setting a nice contrast to the white landscape.
The clouds just before sunrise looking down the street from our first home in Bariloche.
When we arrived in Bariloche in early June we were surprised to find a green landscape. For weeks we had been looking forward to our first encounter with the southern winter. The views west toward the Andean Cordillera over Lago Nahuel Huapi were breathtaking enough though, even without much snow.
We used the fair weather to do some exploring of the area on foot, riding the teleférico (gondola) up to Cerro Otto just outside town.
Thew views from Cerro Otto gave us more perspective into the Patagonian lake district extending west from Bariloche into the Cordillera.
Bariloche (below in the distance) lies on the eastern shore of Lago Nahuel Huapi, at the point where the brown desert landscape that makes up the majority of the Rio Negro province begins to rise toward to the green foothills of the Andes.
Make that the white snow-covered foothills of the Andes...
The first snow came just about a week after we arrived. We took advantage of the situation and improvised a ´culo patín´ out of a plastic bag. After a few runs down the steep drive down the block, the neighbor kids were nice enough to lend us their fancy plastic one.
Some of the local trees still hung on to their berries well into the first snows, setting a nice contrast to the white landscape.
The clouds just before sunrise looking down the street from our first home in Bariloche.
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