Tonight we pulled 15 feet off the ripio to camp on the Patagonian Steppe – I’m not sure what that word means but I’m hoping the definition is “cold high dry landscape of buttes and canyons with clumps of short grass and fine dirt” because that’s where we are. While preparing our gourmet dinner of spam and peas, we watched the sun set over the Andes as a small herd of guanconos – a mammal with the body of a llama, the head of a kangaroo, and runs like a giraffe – stroll by grazing.
We’re about a hundred miles south of Perito Moreno on our way to the Cueva de los Manos (Cave of the Hands – Paleolithic cave paintings). Still heading south on Ruta 40, and back to ripio after a brief stretch of gorgeous, luxurious, exquisite pavement south of Perito Moreno.
Today’s spillage was brought to us by one of our 5 liter water containers, which we carry upfront on the floor behind our seats. We think the road vibrations from the ripio weakened a seam in the thin plastic wall. We saved the water in other containers, and as Bobbie pointed out: “the floor of the truck needed to be mopped out anyway.”
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