As we do on every day off, the weather is very pleasant. It can only mean that tomorrow's forecast of 100% chance of rain will make the 444 Kms north to the ferry all the more delightful in my BMW Adventure jacket. I think the BMW engineers thought the design requirement was to see how much rain water the jacket can collect, rather than more obvious rider-focused solution.
Nonetheless, we mount up after a lazy morning and trot the remaining 20Kms down Ruta 3. The park will make us 1100 pesos less rich and we will continue on our merry way. The road narrows to 1.5 car-wide dirt road. Which would be ideal except there are full sized tour buses driving as if they are an electron excited on the outer ring of a molecule. But then at mile marker 3079 kms from Buenos Aires, Ruta 3 terminates. Terminates with this sign.
Nonetheless, we mount up after a lazy morning and trot the remaining 20Kms down Ruta 3. The park will make us 1100 pesos less rich and we will continue on our merry way. The road narrows to 1.5 car-wide dirt road. Which would be ideal except there are full sized tour buses driving as if they are an electron excited on the outer ring of a molecule. But then at mile marker 3079 kms from Buenos Aires, Ruta 3 terminates. Terminates with this sign.
And since I've done a spectacular job of comparing known photos during this ride report, I wonder why they spelled La Plata has the extra 'I' at the end....
We don't stay long. For one, we had to wait for our turn at the sign and tour bus after bus is dropping off people like puppy breeding mill. There is no solitude here.
On the way out of the park, we wave to a few backpackers as we have throughout our entire journey. Instead of the normal happy wave, they scowl at us as if to suggest the motorbikes are messing up their pristine park experience. It is interesting that cars and motos only have a value to them when they are hitchhiking out of town and need something from a petrol engine.
The park has watersports too.
On the way out of the park, we wave to a few backpackers as we have throughout our entire journey. Instead of the normal happy wave, they scowl at us as if to suggest the motorbikes are messing up their pristine park experience. It is interesting that cars and motos only have a value to them when they are hitchhiking out of town and need something from a petrol engine.
The park has watersports too.
Not quite a yellow brook road... but close!
The tree canopy covers the road. However, the trees are covered in a fine brown road dust from all the traffic.
These flowers are pretty, if not for their prickles.
We stumble upon this time capsule interred in 1992. Apparently it contains a Laser Disc to be opened in 500 years. And it also warns of time traveler that will witness the re-opening. Neato!
I guess when you are done with your sheepskin car seats, this what is left. Spatchcocked barbecued lamb! I don't really like lamb, but this was out of the world fabulous.
How many ways can you say Ushuaia?
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