Saturday is market day. The farmers load up the weeks produce and bring it to the small adjacent town of about 500 people in total called Puerto Guadal. This town sits on yet another unending lake of turquoise blue held in by snow peaked mountains. The town culture is what you would hope, very quaint. Dogs run freely and everyone knows each other. Smiles and laughter are the primary currency on market day while locals catch up from weeks past and search out the perfect ingredient for the evening's meal. We had a brief conversation with a man who is visiting from the States but most of the conversation is in the local language. I notice a gentleman with silver white long hair wearing thick black rimmed glasses that could have come from Elvis Costello's personal collection. He had a black turtleneck on with jeans and was making conversation with Javier and Vicky. There was something about him that I was immediately drawn to. Perhaps it was his artistic nature or just his jovial disposition. After he left, I asked Vicky who he was. “Oh that was Lito, a film director!” Vicky replied. Lito Tejada-Flores directed the documentary “Mountains of Storms” along with Robert Collinson which catalogs Doug Tompkins, Yvon Chouinard and Dick Dorworth as they journey from California to Patagonia to climb a mountain called The Fitz Roy. This is a cult classic film from 1968. Every serious climber knows of this film and most have heard the names Yvon Chouinard who started the company Patagonia and Doug Tompkins went on to start the first ever Patagonia National Park. I told Vicky it would be cool to meet him, and she said with good confidence that we will see him tonight at the pizza place for beer and pizza. After a long day in the sun and selling vegetables I noticed that I was getting quite hungry and hoping that pizza was coming soon. After cleaning up the stand we start to make our way to the local joint. Though my stomach was hungry, it was not quite time to eat yet. Beer first! The local brew was incredible and I chose a hefty IPA but took small sips to keep my faculties intact for the moment. Midway through my beer Lito and his wife arrived as expected and I was politely introduced and pleasantries were exchanged as they made their way inside. I was noticing at this point that the choice of beer and the time for dinner were becoming at odds. Suddenly a jeep pulls up and it's Francisco who started the farm and runs a huge portion of the program. He had just arrived that afternoon from a trip into Coyhaique for business. They supply some of the restaurants with fresh produce each week. He then informed us that it is time to go to the Waterfall! Things aren’t really scheduled here in Chile...when it's it's time. I tell them that I probably should eat, but I am assured it is a short journey. I finish my cold beer, grab my camera and hit the road with my new crew. After a 20-minute drive ,we park on the side of the road and start our ascent, or for me a tipsy scramble. After about 20 minutes of steep uphill hiking we see the most beautiful clear glacier pools that cascade down the mountain. The fellas strip down and jump in the freezing water. I take the time to make a few photos of our moment in the clouds and sit in amazement that I could really be here in this moment, in this place that I’ve dreamed of visiting for as long as I can remember. The descent back to the jeep was much clearer, shorter and safer and that evening I ate almost an entire pizza myself and yes just one more beer.