Cascada de las Animas

Last weekend we really needed to get out of the city, so we went here: It's called Cascada de las Animas, which means Waterfall of the Spirits. It took us 3 hours on public transportation to get there, but for once in our lives we got the bus system right and didn't have to pay twice, ride a bus around an entire route, or otherwise frustrate ourselves with this impenetrable bus system they've got going on around here.

We got to try out our new camping gear from Christmas. I'm convinced Thermarests are the greatest invention since the Schopdog rocket, and I can't believe I've ever slept outside without one. By the way, our Chilean friends have since told us that Schopdog is beyond ghetto and we shouldn't make it our weekly hangout. It's true that at least five three-year-olds selling stickers or fake roses approach us every time we drink there, but we just thought it was because we're a bunch of gringos. Mountain view.
On our second day at Cascada we hiked out to the actual Cascada de las Animas via several sketchy handmade bridges. Actually, they weren't that sketchy, but they had rules about the manner in which you were allowed to cross; on one of them you had to be one meter apart in single file, and the other one only five people could cross at a time. Or they were held up with a stick...
Here's the Cascade de las Animas:
And here's Nate thinking deep thoughts. Probably about choripan.
This isn't the Cascada de las Animas, but it was even better because we got to swim under it!The pressurized spray gets you squeaky clean.Oh yeah, and the place had a really awesome tire swing.