Day 532 / Rio Gallegos – Camping, Argentina / 40 miles (Total 14,675)
Not a good night sleep. Well, I should say no sleep at all. I was in a dorm room with 3 others and my bunk buddy above me might be the worlds best at snoring. I thought it was a joke at first, but nope. All night long he shook the room with violent breathing. It was very annoying, even with ear plugs stuffed in. I finally crawled out of bed around 8 o’clock, and noticed the weather was a mess. High winds and down pouring rain was all I noticed looking outside the window. There was no chance I was staying in this city, not a big fan of it here. So, I packed up and mentally prepared myself for a rough morning.
I threw on 3 layers of clothes and the gusty morning winds still pierced through them. Right out of the city, I had a face full of wind to deal with. But, a sign a head of me sparked my soul.
Through out the day I was hit with strong headwinds and a crosswind. I was averaging around 6-7 mph with a nice 40 mph wind slowing me down. It really wasn’t to bad, since I have heard things can get real bad out in this area. I was trying to make it to the border crossing and maybe setting camp behind a building, since there is absolutely nothing around here
By 4 o’clock, I was making no progress at all with the winds picking up. I was getting a little worried that I wouldn’t make it to the border before I ran out of energy. I only had 35 miles in and my legs felt like jello. There was nothing else I could do, but to keep pushing to the border. About an hour later, I found my safe haven for the night. Out of nowhere was a bridge with a little protection from the wind. I didn’t even think twice about pushing on. I dragged the bike down and set my tent in a wild mess of wind. Got out of my wet clothes, made some dinner, and collapsed in my bed. I was sleeping hard in a matter of moments.