The Argentina Comodoro Rivadavia Mission of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints was established a year ago, and President Rogers gave the missionaries a day to go do something to help them understand more about the place where we are all serving. The missionaries here in Rio Gallegos chose to go to Los Glaciares National Park. Since we had already been to the park just a few months ago, we thought about skipping out on the trip, but then we decided that as part of our cultural experience, we were going to take this trip like the young missionaries do.
We were scheduled to take the "colectivo," which is the Argentinian word for bus, from Rio Gallegos to Calafate. The inter-city colectivos are large double-decker buses with seats that recline more comfortably than your standard airplane seat. The missionary in charge of organizing the trip apologized that we only had the half-bed and not the full-bed seats. So apparently, they have first class seating on the busses as well. Things started getting interesting as the schedule started bouncing around. First we were leaving at 8:00 p.m., then at 4:00 p.m., then at 8:00 p.m. again and finally we found out that the bus would leave at 8:30 p.m. We didn't want to leave our car in the bus terminal overnight, so again in the spirit of doing things like the young missionaries do, we packed up our overnight bag and took the 25 minute walk to the terminal. Fortunately, the wind wasn't blowing so even though the temperature was just above freezing it didn't really feel very cold.
The bus ride was pretty uneventful except for a little slipping on icy roads. I was glad that I wasn't driving in those conditions. The drive that took about 3 1/2 hours by auto during the summer took closer to 5 hours by bus in the winter. We got into El Calafate at about 1:15 a.m. and waited for a taxi to take us to the hostel. The missionaries had gushed over how nice the hostel was, and I will admit that it was clean and at least had a private bath, which is better than some places I have stayed at in my life. However, the quality of the mattress left a little to be desired. Even though the mattress was hard, it didn't matter that much since it was such a short night. Lights out by 2:30 a.m.
Our alarm went off at 6:30 a.m. so that we could be up, showered, and dressed in time. We walked to the chapel and met rest of the missionaries and made our way back to the bus terminal to catch a bus to the national park at 8:00 a.m. I did find it interesting that the round trip bus fare from El Calafate into the park, about an hour drive, cost more than the 5 hour fare on the big colectivo. Tourist towns!
The time in the park was cool and rainy. We were amazed that there wasn't much snow on the ground. The brochure says that the mean temperature during the winter is 0.6 C, just above freezing. When we first got into the park, the pathways were icy, but as the day progressed the ice melted.
|Missionaries climbing the paths around the glaciers|
The park was not nearly as busy as it had been in the summer so we were able to enjoy some parts of it in peace and quiet. The walk through the woods around the glacier was particularly captivating. The deciduous trees were all bare but there were still many signs of life and growth even in winter.
|The path and woods surrounding the glacier.|
|Winter-time in the woods around the Perito Moreno Glacier.|
Members of the Church in Rio Gallegos have told us that they enjoy coming to the park more in the winter than in the summer because they think it is more beautiful. I don't know if it is more beautiful, but it is certainly a different experience. The glacier is constantly growing, moving and changing so it appears different than the first time we came.
|The Perito Moreno Glacier on a cool, wet day.|
|We really are here, even though sometimes we can't believe it ourselves!|
|Don't they have something like this in Park City, UT?|
|Our new shirts from President and Sister Rogers!|
We left El Calafate on the colectivo at about 8:00 p.m. and made it back to Rio Gallegos at about 12:30 a.m. This time we decided that it was worth it to pay for a taxi to take us home. It was an interesting experience, but the one thing I know is that I'm not 20 any more!