Rio Santa Valley Pictures

Vive Saltines!

Today was beautiful. I think the penalty for seeing such beauty may be some digestive revenge. Thank goodness for flat rocks, hand sanitizer, and a healthy obsession with carrying many liters of water. (Samples not included). Here is one photos from the day (uploading is slow now). Jeff Bury, from UC Santa Cruz joined us today. He is a social geographer with memorized knowledge of the mining history of the Rio Santa Valley, and is one of the principle grantees on this study. I'll leave the pictures of mine tailings for another day!

Beautiful streams

It is the dry season. But there is ample rain in the Rio Santa Valley. Jeff, Sara, and I started out pushing Teo's car down the street to jump start it and we were off on our Dry Season 2008 tour de hydrogeochemistry. I am only showing pictures of the natural glory of our sampling trip and avoiding the human picture. The Rio Santa and its tributaries are a water source for washing clothes and funneling waste of the city. The lumps of human hair mingled with animal bones were among the easier things to look at.

The people we've met in town have been very friendly and helpful. Willing to translate my gesture-rich travel Spanish with genuine smiles.

Huaraz and Yungay

Today and yesterday have been busy, running around acquiring supplies. Including a 60 dollar cooler. Jacquie Smith, a professor at the College of Saint Rose in New York has been very helpful with her experience navigating in Huaraz, alone I'd be much like one of the headless animals we see hanging from the market racks. Her group (Kerry and Nate), and Kyung from OSU are heading out into the field tomorrow.

Jeff, Michel, and Sara and I will travel to our first stream sampling sites tomorrow.

Photos are of a parade through Huaraz, Bryan describing the tragic 1970 avalanche at Yungay (~18 thousand died), the vegetation that grew over the destroyed city, and a survivor of the Yungay avalanche.

Road to Huaraz

Our herd of ten boarded the bus after nudging our packs to the weighing scales as lithely as possible. It was a clumsy process, but as efficient considering the size of the aisles and the bulk of our gear. The bus provided much needed cushioning to recover from our late night traveling. It was much nicer than the typical Greyhound, equipped with lounger legs and built in neck cushioning. The road to Huaraz was enjoyable.

The ride was one of stark landscapes the arid dune fields, the parched foothills of the Andes. Like the arid west, there were many dryland farms with extensive irrigation. Most of the ascent was through these gradual sandy expanses, and we spent much less time on windy mountain roads than I anticipated. It was pitch black for most of that part of our ride.

After arriving at Bryan's home away from home (Mi Casa) we had a nice meal of semolina and chicken soup, chicken, potatoes and rice. Unfortunately, a few toasts and the high altitude didn't agree with me well last night, but I feel refreshed today and ready to explore Huaraz. We will spend the day acclimating before starting our field work.

It was a treat to see the welcoming smiles of the Mi Casa family. It reminded me of returning to Lake Hoare where old friend reunite. It is nice to few this from the outside and truly appreciate the field experiences I have had.

Lima

Made it to Peru! I maximized my carry ons and took just one pound under the embargo weight limit. The plane was a little late taking off, so I didn't meet Jeff and Michel until midnight, after making it through customs and purchasing my ten dollar cell phone...

I'll be heading out the door on a hunt for agua for our bus ride to Huaraz. (from sea level to 3000 m!) We leave the hotel Clifford in an hour... our regal lodging amongst the bustle of Lima.

Also it turns out I know how to ask for a towel in Spanish... I am very grateful that toalla meant what I thought...

Why the laminated Becki?

Today I am dropping Natalie off at the airport, she leaves with the rest of Lonnie Thompson's crew today. If time allows, I hope to sneak up the mountain they will be surveying. My crampons packed points together. (The opposite equals blood and leaking water bottles.)

My own flight in 7 days! I will arrive in Lima around 10 pm with several bottle-filled coolers and a bobbing head, skimming the crowd for Jeff, Michel and a ten dollar cell phone.

I've handed Berry my last dissertation paper, but I expect there will be edits. Unfortunatelytherein, I throw in Old English whereases and howtohenceforths into my geochemical discourse and may forget a few journals that my 14+ year dry valley veteran adviser will suggest.

Becki took me along in her search for evapoconcentrated Great Basin waters, and I shall whotohenceforthery take her (in laminated form) with me to Peru. Off to Natalie's for some just-under 50 pound duffles.

High Places

Almost packed everything... except for my shades and....

Map of the future

Here's where we're heading...

Frozen Weir to beat the heat

The humidity, a pack of hungry dogs licking my face, arms, and legs... to slow the swelter I visualize this... (oh, glorious frozen stream!)

In less than 2 weeks I will be in colder Andean temperatures!

And this is Antarctica

What I'm writing about today

Andersen Creek, Taylor Valley, Antarctica