algorrobo in the evening

15.1.10

egg-white and sea-light, more pisco sours against the early evening sky, which feels more like four o'clock than seven. relaxation to stave off the anxiety. one more day here in wonderland-- the large salt pool is a wonder for stroke work; no turns, no sea life, no murky depths, but the balance of ocean buoyancy and the absence of walls, flips. base tan, base mood, and on sunday, arrival in base camp. I can't wait for Punta Arenas-- asado at Claudia and Robert's house, a swim in el Estrecho de Magallanes, and a day adjusting to the wildwind south before we get in our tiny plane and head for Puerto Williams.