“The Last Time My Friend Tried This His Horse Dropped Dead…”
The Dow plunged 280 points – or 1.6% – on Friday. It effectively gave back all of this year’s gains.
But we’ll come back to the markets on Wednesday.
Today and tomorrow, we’ll be riding through the puna – the high-altitude desert between Argentina and Chile – with a small group of friends, led by Jorge and his wife, Maria.
The Morning Conference
Days at the ranch follow a simple pattern. At 8 a.m., Jorge appears in the yard.
Typically, he is surrounded by a small group of gauchos. There is Jose, for example, a stout young man with a broad, ready smile who is missing most of his front teeth.
Pedro is less ready with a smile. He is more thoughtful and often appears to be calculating. Pedro had a medical problem a few years ago; now, he refuses to get on a horse.
Jose wears a typical cowboy hat. The rest wear local, broad-brimmed hats; they look a little like flying saucers have landed on their heads.
Saturday morning, they came dressed in layers of homemade sweaters and coats. It is autumn. The nights are turning colder. It does not warm up until midmorning.
Unlike cowboys in the US, the gauchos here do not wear blue jeans or cowboy boots. Instead, they wear workpants, often stitched up in several places, and black, lace-up work boots.
When we bought the ranch, we had winter coats made for all seven employees. The khaki coats are insulated. And they have “Gualfin” monogrammed on them.
They look very cool when we wear them in Manhattan. But here, we’ve never seen a single one of the gauchos wear the coats – maybe because we’re never here in the wintertime.
Three of the gauchos – Javier, Natalio and Jorge – stood together, each with his flying saucer hat slanted forward. The sun shined on them as they discussed the day’s work. No one smiled. No one joked. There was no discussion of football games or comedy shows.
Javier would take the backhoe to clean out the irrigation canal by the river.
The idea is to divert the little remaining water to the “swamp land” on the banks of the riverbed. This will give the grass there a few more weeks of growing season – leaving the cattle with a little more to eat in the winter.
Following the 8 a.m. conference, Natalio put his shovel over his shoulder and headed down to the alfalfa pasture. There he will be a regador – an irrigator – moving the water around the field so that it waters as much grass as possible.
Jorge sent the others to the vineyard, where they’re digging a hole next to each plant and putting fertilizer into the hole.
When all the workers had dispersed, Jorge turned to Gustavo and gave him instructions. We were riding up to the Rio de los Patos (the river of the ducks). Gustavo would help to pack up the mules and saddle the horses.
Gustavo has a bright look. He is Pedro’s adopted son. His mother is Pedro’s common-law wife. Many are the informal liaisons in this area.
Gustavo does not know who his father is. This is not unusual. When Elizabeth, teaching English to a group of young girls, asked each girl to give her parents’ names, in most cases she got only half the story.
The other half was “unknown.”
A Journey to the River of Ducks
Our trip to the puna was planned weeks ago.
Jorge – who has lived on the ranch all his life – has never ridden to the Rio de los Patos at the west end of the ranch. Maria, his wife, had always wanted to. Now that Jorge is getting ready for retirement, it seemed like the right time to go.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” asked our friend David, whom we invited to join us.
“I checked GPS. You’re talking about going to a place that is at 17,000 feet… or more… above sea level and spending the night. A friend of mine tried that recently. His horse dropped dead when he got there.
“And I went to about 15,000 feet. That’s as high as I’ve been. But I had an oxygen tank.”
We put the question to Jorge.
“Are you sure this is something we can do? Can we breathe at that altitude?”
“Not very well,” was the reply.
Jorge smiled. He has very regular white teeth. And a warm smile.
“But some people are all right and others aren’t. Some get terribly sick. We call it apuna. And if it is too much for us, we’ll just turn around.”
He used the “us” generously. It was only the gringos who were likely to stumble. But the plan seemed like a good one.
We’ve gone up toward the puna a couple of times. Two years ago, we spent the night at about 12,000 feet. We couldn’t sleep. Each time we began to fall asleep, we awoke with a start, gasping for air.
But we were younger then. Now, with more age and experience, maybe we’ll be able to do it.
“We’ll ride for 10 hours the first day,” Jorge explained. We’ll camp overnight at thepuesto of Sylvia Gutierrez. She’s the farthest from the ranch house. Then we’ll push on to the puna the next day. That should be about another eight hours.”
But Jorge had never been there on horseback. And we had learned that many of the estimates of time are little better than economic forecasts…
Stay tuned for more…
An Easy Way to Make an Extra $1,620 a Month
|by Chris Hunter, Editor-in-Chief, Bonner & Partners|
This week in Market Insight… something a little different.
Instead of looking at the markets… we’re going to feature concrete ways you can squeeze the most out of Social Security.
For instance, how you can easily boost your regular Social Security checks by up to an extra $1,620 a month.
Regular Diary readers will know that Washington has promised to pay way more in benefits than it can ever hope to collect in taxes.
But that doesn’t mean you should leave money – benefits you’ve earned – on the table.
According to Harvard PhD and former economic adviser to President Reagan Laurence Kotlikoff, the complexity of the Social Security code is “beyond belief.”
And this means US retirees are collectively forgoing tens of billions of dollars of benefits.
Kotlikoff says the golden rule of Social Security is: “Unless you ask you won’t receive.”
As he reveals in his new bestseller, Get What’s Yours: The Secrets of Maxing Out Your Social Security, a top tip is to delay collection of your benefits.
A 62-year-old who takes her retirement benefits today would only get $1,997 a month. But, says Kotlikoff:
Your age-70 retirement benefit is 76% higher, after inflation, than your age-62 retirement benefit.
If you can afford to live without Social Security in your 60s, this is a no-brainer. It can make a huge difference to your standard of living later in life. And it’s a great hedge against running out of money in retirement.
Collecting later is right for some. But it’s not necessarily the best way for you to maximize your Social Security income. There are literally dozens of strategies that can earn you thousands more in benefit payments.
For instance, if you’re married there’s a simple way you can pick up an extra $50,000… if you’re divorced you could collect $647 a month thanks to your ex-spouse (whether he or she likes it or not)… and even if you’re already collecting Social Security, there are still ways to boost your benefits by as much as 32%.