A few kilometers from the town, the ranch’s bridge rises, helping the man to cross the river. To rest from the urban bustle, to arrive, cross country, to the other side where the crockery shines and awaits the traveler in search of legends. To the traveler who wants to discover the origin of Patagonia, and the unbreakable brotherhood of the gaucho and his horse.
The one who wants to feel the smell of leather from the fine saddle, and fill his eyes with the horizon. Return at the end of the day to recount the exploits by the fire. Listen to the guitar and the payar of the men and women who now rest on the land that they have spent a lifetime caring for. And sit with them to savor the food long thought to awaken the instincts.