Saturday, July 21, 2007

Meseta In Chicureo

Originally posted to El Cantar de la Lluvia on Monday, November 20, 2006

Yesterday we went for a short ride with Andrés. The day before, he had changed his 56-tooth rear sprocket for a 49-tooth one, and we wanted to see what the change would feel like on his chinese Jianshe 125cc bike.

We rode out to Chicureo, and made our way randomly along semi-rural back roads until we found somewhere to ride around. Lovely contry trails, packed earth, molded into strange forms after the rainy season. We soon came across an open gate, and wandered in.

Everything was already dry.

"Gimme your silliest face."

The trail took a turn, and started up the side of a small hill.

And at the top, it was completely flat. How unexpected: a meseta in Chicureo.

We rode here and there, had some fun. There were large rocks hidden in the dry grass, so we couldn't go very fast.

It was hot, very hot.

Time out to call the wife.

Here's the view from the edge. Another surprise: large houses, and pools. You could just smell the opulence.

The trail carried on down the other side of the meseta, but wound up thinning out to a horse path, too grown-over to carry on.

And after that, we rode back home.



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