April 8, 2010.  Today was a big day for us.  After 633 days on the road and 40,734 km of driving in Central and South America, we were finally arriving in Ushuaia (population 100,000), considered to be the “southernmost city in the world.”  Making the day even better was that we were driving into Ushuaia […]

Since we’ve arrived in Patagonia, we’ve seen literally thousands of sheep.  We pass them driving all the time, grazing in their pastures behind an endless fence that marks off each estancia (ranch).  We’ve passed gauchos (cowboys) on horseback followed by their herd of sheep or cattle herding dogs.  It seems that each gaucho has at […]

As much as we try not to drive at night, lately we seem to arrive at our destinations as the sun is setting or just after.   This day was no different, and we arrived at Lago Blanco just past sunset.  Luckily, there was still enough light to illuminate the road and we saw our first […]

We rose early today and drove north across town towards the Punta Arenas ferry terminal.  There we had a date with the Transbordadora Austral Broom “Crux Australis” to sail across the Strait of Magellan to Tierra del Fuego and the town of Porvenir.  We’d been staring at Tierra del Fuego from the shores of Punta […]

In light of the terrible earthquake (8.8 magnitude) that shook central Chile this morning, I thought I’d write a post to let everyone know that we are fine.  We did not feel the earthquake here because we are about 1200 miles away in Punta Arenas.  Punta Arenas is located on the Strait of Magellan between […]

Painting courtesy of French cyclist Anne Buisson. Thanks Anne! Check out her and partner Stephane’s website by clicking here
Hi everybody!  Ana and I are in Puerto Natales, Chile and doing well.  The weather has been awesome lately, and we’ve been enjoying the sunshine and warm weather.  We’ve been in Puerto Natales for a […]

I was bit by a horse at summer camp when I was a kid.  It was the last week of summer and all the horses were pretty ornery from having kids climbing all over them the past 3 months.  I’d spent most of my week at camp shooting bows and arrows, carving my spork, learning […]