In the Frying Pan between San Rafael and San Luis, Argentina
[start] We’re lying in a pool of our own sweat in a cattle pen. It was all that we could find. It was 1200 noon; too late. The thermometer read nearly 100 deg F. or 38 deg C. We have run our daily 20 mile fight and even though we woke up at 0500, we …
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