Nothofagus pumilio

God willing, and Satan too i guess because why not?, i will turn thirty on top of a mountain. I do not normally like to care about birthdays, because usually they are tragic or else completely unrewarding and devoid of happenstance. But i will make an exception for decade-marks, which only seem to come round every ten years or so.

Also, i do not remember anything at all from the days that i turned ten and twenty. Chances are that i was tying a snowsled to the back rail of an all-terrain vehicle for the first, and maybe making out with a cheerleader for the other. But there are no crispy clear memries, and so for thirty, i think i should be on top of an Ande, in the farthest tips of Patagonia, with the stolen femurs of Jemmy Button lodged in my backpack, chanting or intoning secret foreign spells up into the clouds, because i think that all of this would be certain to be rememberable, which is something that i am not good at, usually.

And even though my birthday is still a long ways off, it probably takes paperwork and vaccines and other things that require a lack of procrastination, in order to navigate successfuly to Patagonia, and so i should get started. I have already booked vacation time for late December and early January, and i am hoping to be far away by Christmas, which might be depressing, which in turn would make me content, probably. You know me. Besides, Christmas is less fun and more pointless every year. Plus, i am not a christian, which probably matters.



In Tierra del Fuego, there are three and only three types of trees that grow. Did you know that? I didn't know that.