Back on Ruta 3 heading north again, think it’s starting to get to us: the perfectly straight road, mirror flat landscape … blah, blah, blah. Here’s a typical conversation while we’re grinding out the miles –
Bobbie: “You know, some of the bushes are taller than the ones we saw yesterday, definitely higher than my ankles.”
Bill: “Yeah, and they also seem greener than what we were seeing yesterday.”
Bobbie: “Maybe, kinda hard to … OH MY GOD, IS THAT A TREE?”
Bill (in shock): “IT IS! IT’S A TREE! HOLY COW!”
We get a grip on ourselves and keep driving. Ninety minutes of silence passes.
Bobbie: “You know, I think some of the bushes might be half way up our shins now.”
The big excitement of the day occurred when we ran low on fuel and we finally had to use our spare 5 gallons that we’ve been toting around for three and a half weeks. Of course, we ran into the lone gas station on this stretch five minutes later, but I don’t care … got to use the spare fuel!
We are now camping on the Valdes Peninsula Nature Preserve, located in the upper right blue circle within the Patagonia area (the one with “Rawson” in the circle) on the blog site map. We are on a beach – actually next to the cliffs on a rocky platform with the ocean tides creeping up over the edge– and have the area to ourselves. There was free camping in the nearby pueblo of Puerto Pyramides, but it was a little crowded there as the electricity was also free and half the town had moved into the campground.
We had a new category in the spillage department today, when the wind blew the camper door back on Bobbie as she was stepping out to dump some excess chicken soup. The heater for the camper is in that door and caught most of the soup. We’re not looking forward to firing that thing up.
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