Church of Winds

I had traveled to Argentina to climb the highest peak in the western Hemisphere, Aconcagua. The trip was full of detours. Arriving at Puente Del Inca, an outpost on the main road to the border with Chile, I wandered up a hill to a lone structure. The stone walled church had a corrugated tin roof that seemed to sing in the wind. There was a large cross mounted above an open door.  I slipped inside. The church had two rows of simple worn wooden benches with a large carved crucifix of Christ towering at one end. A single stained glass window cast colored light on the floor as I sat down on a hard bench. I sat alone listening to the rattle of the metal roof and the creaking door as the wind roared down the valley. Puente Del Inca, Argentina