Woke up this morning in a beautiful campsite on one of the big lakes down by Tolhuin. Now I am in Rio Grande and have gotten a room for the night to clean up a bit. This is a terrible city, filthy and huge and industrial. Yet this is sea-run brown trout central. I didn’t time this right either, the fly shop that I wanted to visit here closed an hour before I got into town and won’t re-open until Monday. I am not going to wait around, but will instead try to make my way west tomorrow towards the Chilean border.