Day 534 / Cerro Sombrero – Camping, Chile / 50 miles (Total 14,795)
Day 533 / Camping – Cerro Sombrero, Chile / 70 miles (Total 14,745)
Today would be filled with a few adventures, and I could use the diversity. Ahead of me would be a border crossing and a boat ride taking me off the mainland into Tierra del Fuego (land of fire). I slept great under my small bridge, but woke up to the winds pounding at my tent. Even packing up was a chore this morning with my tent wanting to break free to the fields. All packed up and the same song and dance today… Headwinds!
The border was only 10 miles and you can imagine the time it took with a constant headwind. I made it with a wind a burnt face and ready to get back into Chile. I have crossed back and forth into Argentina and Chile numerous times, and this one was a little different from the last few. A long line to get stamped out, some paperwork and a few drug sniffing dogs. The first border crossing in 13 countries with dogs snooping through my gear. Both countries share this crossing which made it a little easier though. Got my last stamp into Chile and I made my way to a boat ride. I had 10 miles to go when the road turned to the south and it was game on. A full on tailwind had me giggling all the way to the small ferry port. Feet off the pedals and rolling fast.
By the time I made it to the small port town, I was drenched from the rain. Not a long wait for the ferry and I made my way on with the other truckers.
The Strait of Magellan, is a navigable sea route separating mainland South America to the north and Tierra del Fuego to the south.
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.