After work, a group of friends told me they were going to Whiteman Vega, a staffed camp in the far north. Their program is mountain biking. I decided to go too. After a two hour car ride through the rugged Valle Vidal, we got to the parking lot, hiked about ten minutes, and we were there. There were cows. There were mountains. The sun was going down. The American flag flapped in the breeze. The staff there even fed us...
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