This was a safari like we never imagined sitting in two border towns in Texas as cub scouts, boy scouts and teenagers.Īdmiralty Sound, Chile Part of the Southern Most Point in the North and South American Continentsįrom the time that Mina, Mili and Tita handed me the blue box with part of Poncho’s ashes in the plastic bag, I found myself talking to it as if I was talking to him. So it was fitting that I would have one hell of a last safari with Poncho that took us the ends of the earth, where we saw breathtaking sights, hiked in sun, rain and snow, got through a broken bus on top of a snow capped mountain, a couple of near misses with the law and ended in a very mystical moment on a glacier lake. Adventure or trouble usually followed…both of which were fine with us.

When we’d see something or meet someone of interest … one of us would invariably look at the other, nod in the direction of what caught our eye and simply say “Safari” and other would nod and say Safari. Poncho and I knew a dozen ways to get from Eagle Pass to San Antonio…the trips highlighted by local honky-‐tonks, a good looking lady or two, some dive restaurants and more than one misadventure. There was no such thing as going from point A to point B, if something caught our eye we stopped to explore it. Road from Lago Deseado, Chile a remote area of Tierra del Fuego that was part of Poncho's final journey.įrom the time we were in high school, Poncho and I referred to trips that we took as Safaris.

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