Winter 2000, Toddie, Doug, Rich, Ralls and myself pack up and head south.
The trip began with a 4 day warm-up in Pichilemu, getting hammered in the waves, and eating bad seafood.

This was followed by an excursion to the far south for a week on the Futalefu.  What a fantastic river!  Rich earned the title "Corazon de Leon" for his unsuccessful attempts to drown himself in Mundaca.  Much to our dismay, his little head just kept bobbing up.  We stayed at Spe's place and literally drank the town dry.  On the last day, we had to scour the little village just to find some crappy wine.  But find it we did, and we drank that too. 

Other highlights:
Doug and I tried to kill ourselves in Inferno Canyon. 
Toddie gave Ralls the Queen of Spades
I took lots of pictures of "pretty clouds", which are not posted here

Oh, and we played dirty clubs. 

Afterward, we headed further south, for a crab fest, the "hip deep in crab" installment, and my last ever attempt to lead a trek, around the Torres del Paine circuit, the "hip deep in mud" chapter.  I feel compelled to mention here that at the end of the trek, Doug and I (the "guides") got lost. 

Click on 'Photos - S. America' for a graphical representation of the preceeding.