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May
Text by Jorge González. Together with my partner Félix, we accumulated a dozen expeditions, which meant that not a few things were taken for granted. The decision to go to San Juan alone, to a high mountain, did not take more than agreeing on matters of form. The train took us without rush, while we let the landscape flow through that square eye of the window. Guillermo, our contact in the foothills, waited for us under the generous January sun and we set off towards Barreal. The objective was the Polaco peak, to the east, a fantastic mass of ice…
