For my climber

I took these photos at Puente del Inca, or Bridge of the Incas, in Argentina. An Inca legend tells of a wise and beloved leader who became ill. His people wanted to get him across a large, fast-moving river to see a medicine man, but there was nowhere to cross. They prayed to the gods to make a passage across the river, and the gods answered by creating a natural bridge made of sulphur deposits. The Bridge of the Incas is located not far from the park entrance to Aconcagua, so we stopped at the bridge to snap photos and visit the mountaineering museum before hiking to Plaza Francia. Inside the mountaineering museum I was reminded of my favorite climber and snapped some photos with him in mind.

There used to be a spa just below the natural bridge.


Farther back behind the Puente del Inca used to stand a hotel, however, you can no longer cross the bridge.


The climbing museum had a wall outside.


Inside the museum was filled with old mountaineering equipment and these three manequins, dressed to resemble the earliest mountaineering garb on the left through to modern gear on the right.

This banner was hanging in the museum and reminded me of another climber.