Not All Moments Go Into A Camera.

Tierra Del Fuego is not quite done with us yet.

Chris and I left Ushuaia a day early to try and get a jump on the wind and the distance and the ferry crossing to Punta Arenas from where we are shipping our bikes home. We left in the rain, dodged a couple of storm cells and ended up at the Chile border crossing just at one of the hours they were not on strike. So onwards across 60 km of road works into the wind passing trucks and their dust. Then 100 km of arrow straight dirt road towards Porvenir where there is a ferry but we had no idea when it sailed.

Finally the road lurched towards the coast and rocked and rolled around the headland. About 80 km of good rocky dirt road that plunged to the beaches then up the cliffs past remote houses with ancient boats pulled up; in and out of bright sun, in high winds, rain, hail, and sleet. Our Freezing Temps lights flashed. The wind and cold were uncomfortable and occasionally terrifying. We found the ferry tied up waiting for the 8:00am sailing, found a hotel, clean sheets, pisco sours, and Carménère red wine. WE HAD A BLAST.

Today the day broke bright and very windy and, as a result, the ferry was “suspendido indefinidamente” so we set off to the other ferry crossing that was supposedly working. We rode across the adjacent nature reserve chasing farm animals and wild guanacos and scared up flocks of wildfowl and sea birds. The sun on our faces and the wind at our backs until we got to the ferry dock and the wind was blowing even harder and the ferry was, of course,  “suspendido indefinidamente”

Two fantastic rides and not a single photograph was possible to record either of them. They will just have to stay etched in my cerebral cortex instead of into Instagram. Old school.

The ferry was not going anywhere so that’s one photo I could take. Here it was tied up in the calm of evening and, as far as I know, it is still there.