We depart Cerro Sombrero this morning, with the next overnight in Ushuaia. There is a 0% chance of rain, and for us that is a percentage of certainty that we will be cold and wet again today.
Arrival tonight in Ushuaia means that we have accomplished another feat in our own travel guide. The equator is latitude 0, with the southern and northern pole 90. Ushuaia is at the -54 parallel, and interesting Caniapiscau, Quebec (e.g the Trans Tiaga) is at +54 parallel. We now ridden motorbikes on 108 of the 180 degrees! So, while we do have some bits to fill in the center of that 108 degrees, not a bad accomplishment indeed!
Arrival tonight in Ushuaia means that we have accomplished another feat in our own travel guide. The equator is latitude 0, with the southern and northern pole 90. Ushuaia is at the -54 parallel, and interesting Caniapiscau, Quebec (e.g the Trans Tiaga) is at +54 parallel. We now ridden motorbikes on 108 of the 180 degrees! So, while we do have some bits to fill in the center of that 108 degrees, not a bad accomplishment indeed!
We take the China Creek dirt road, and as was yesterday, we again find ourselves as bonafide sheep herders! Still a neat situation, but yesterday was a better shot since the we were traveling against the herds direction of travel.
We have considered buying some sheep, and some lights to make our own vid like this one
And we find Flamingoes
We stop in Tolhuin for the most amazing French bakery, La Union. This place is crazy good and packed!
La Union has this nice tribute the 2017 Submarine mishap
It is Sunday and both immigration locations are very quite, so we sail right through. We were actually sad when we completed the China Creek bypass, as we were all but certain that was the last of the gravel. Never discount no-mans land in Argentina's customs though, they do dislike pavement it seems there too!
About 45 minutes later, we see this young couple pushing a bike. You know these Hondas we are on haven't needed a damn thing other than petrol in the last 3 weeks. Poor Bruce is going trough cold-turkey ratchet withdrawal. With that, secretly hoping that they just need some petrol, mechanic Bruce springs into action.
About 45 minutes later, we see this young couple pushing a bike. You know these Hondas we are on haven't needed a damn thing other than petrol in the last 3 weeks. Poor Bruce is going trough cold-turkey ratchet withdrawal. With that, secretly hoping that they just need some petrol, mechanic Bruce springs into action.
No luck that this would be a 'simple' fix. They have a very crappy bias-ply tire already sporting a plug in the sidewall and is worn beyond its' useful tread life. And the hole is at least a 2 stringer fix. After 2 failed attempts to get the plug to set, it's clear that there is just not more we can do for them. We bid them well and carry on. Hindsight, it is probably best that that plugs failed while still on the side of road, lest it come from together while they were 2-up!
Bruce is always looking for design ideas for his next garage. I just wish that he didn't take his clues from a submarine dry dock in Rio Grande!
We are getting a bit tired of the Wyoming flatness of the terrain. And the rain. Must it really rain everyday? We are pretty much resigned that this will be our 1 and only voyage to Ushuaia. And then it happens. The flatness gives way and the Sun comes out.
The last 40 miles into Ushuaia is really nice. Ski resorts and hiking trails abound!
