The river cutting through volcanic rock made some extraordinary shapes.

A classic cone shaped volcano.

I'm running up that hill...and regretting it. We didn't realize we were above 2000 meters, so our lungs felt like they were on fire.

On top of a volcano. Our van, and fellow tourpeople, barely visible.

Ingrid ready for take off.

Where are you going?

Aha, here you are.

A crater from above

Some locals getting ready for there annual fiesta.

The main street of Malargue, our base for going to the park. Even the clouds here look surreal.