In June of 2016, my trek to ride the Americas began. Six months and over 20,000 miles were spent exploring the Rocky Mountain states, Canada and Alaska, followed by the West Coast and back through Texas. From Texas, the next portion was Mexico, where three months and 1...
From Ushuaia, I had planned to make Buenos Aires 2000 miles to the north in 4 days or so, knowing that the route was flat and desolate. Making 500 miles per day seemed reasonable enough...
After the previous long day from Ushuaia to Rio Gallegos on the Atlantic coast, t...
The town of Ushuaia was far more upscale than expected, the downtown being filled with outdoor clothing stores and even a Hard Rock Cafe. It certainly has a lot of tourist traffic which makes complete sense of course, but it was enjoyable though expensive.
In my hotel room in Ushuaia, the fatigue of 7 months of travel finally caught up. I laid across the bed after dropping my gear and fell asleep for most of the afternoon. Strangely, I felt almost no emotions. No sense of accomplishment, joy, sadness or much of anything....
The town of Rio Grande was nice and clean, and the hotel I stayed in was first rate. Got the bike loaded and plugged in my destination for the day, Ushuaia. It was a strange feeling and a bit of a rush to see it on the GPS.
The ferry to Porvenir, provided by Austral Broom, was scheduled to leave at 9:30 am on this morning and I was up early to get there before 8 since the line could be long. It was cold and crisp outside and I caught the manager setting up the continental breakfast to ask...
The next day I awoke early and caught a glimpse of Mount Fitzroy with the golden light of the sunrise on it through the hotel window. By the time I got outside its grey cloud had hidden the face again.
Canuck and I decided to visit the glacier by boat like real tourists...
The next morning we’d planned to ride together and take the road that looped Lago Gral Carrera, hitting Puerto Rio Tranquilo and Puerto Guadal, then to Chile Chico for the crossing into Argentina again.
The road was great, running through the national park Cerro Castill...
The next morning I left La Junta early for Coyhaique, the larger town further south and as I gassed up, watched a few adventure bikes stop on the roadside for a conference. There had been a lot of bikes - well, relative to so few I’ve seen on the trip - and it seems th...
