Drive to the salt flats
Peak of the drive. 4,170 metres
Wild Alpacha
Go Flames Go
Wild Burros
Right where I want him.
The next morning, we were up fairly early to do a hike behind the town, as the mountain color's are best in the morning, and it was going to be a warm day, without a cloud in the sky.
I couldn't stop taking photos- red, green, beige, lavender, rust, brown, and teal were the 7 colors we counted.
After lunch, we hopped in our speedy Ford and headed up a long, windy pass to see the Salt Flats. The temperature varied from 24 C to 10 C at the peak, as it was a climb up to 4,170 metres. We stopped for a photo opportunity, but both of us felt dizzy from the lack of oxygen and the quick assent, so we were glad to make a fast decent to the salt flats. We have seen so many photos of salt flats, we were anxious to get there and followed the guide book to take the first gravel road off and then drive along to the flats. It was really dusty on the road, and by the time we got to the salt flats (they always look closer than they actually are!) the car was covered in fine, red dust. Along the way, we say wild Alpacha, and wild burrows. We headed back to the highway, only to discover that we only needed to drive another 1/2 km to an easy entrance onto the flats, situated by a restaurant that is no longer in use, but was totally built out of salt, even the tables. Apparently, they can't operate due to lack of water.
On the drive back, we were stopped to take photos, and four bikers went by on old classic bikes. We could hear them chugging up the pass from a long ways away. We both sighed and wished we had access to our bikes as the ride would have been very very very very fun!
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