I have to admit, I cheated a little bit. Ushuaia, Argentina, the southernmost city in the world, is the end goal for many adventurersthat drive or ride the length of the Americas down to as far south as roads on this Earth will take you. I caught a 4 hour flight from Buenos Aires instead, but I’ll still claim at least some of the bragging rights of making it to the end of the world!
It was a breath of fresh air, literally, arriving in Ushuaia. Finally able to break out the winter and hiking gear that I’d neglected in my backpack thus far, I spent 3 days getting my training in for my upcoming trek through Torres del Paine. The Tierra del Fuego national park was beautiful, as was my trek up to the Martial glacier above the city. I also got to hang out with some penguins; unfortunately, I think they were just barely too big to fit in my carry-on to take home with me.
What seemed like endless sunlight made for long days of exploring that had me worn out to say the least. There’s a certain mystery about looking out over a mountain range knowing that there’s nothing on the other side, that the only place you may find a trace of civilization past where you’re standing is on the ice fields of Antarctica.
Only one way to go from here! North I go for some Glacier trekking on the Perito Moreno glacier in El Calafate…