When you drop to the border post on the northern shore of Lago Desierto, you get to camp - for free - on the huge lawn-like shore until the ferry arrives at 12.30 the next day. We had to share it with a few horses, but that was OK with us, and, I think, them.
It is hard to imagine a more 'painterly' vista.
Even here there is domesticity; Sarah does the dishes. I always promised her a kitchen window with a good view.
As you can see Ol' Dobbin was a camera hugger. I could not choose which shot to put in, so I put all three in.
And it gets better and better......
It's only the hairs on a gooseberry, that stops it from being a grape.
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