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Argentina + Chile: End of the Adventure

The end of the trip. Time to go home and see our desperately-missed families. In Ushuaia we met up with Nico and Denise, the couple from Austria that were to be the new owners of our truck and camper. SO MANY FEELINGS. While we were happy to have finished our trip, it was bittersweet to say goodbye to a vehicle that had safely and faithfully carried our small family 20,000 miles through two continents. We were also delighted for Nico

Argentina: Ushuaia and the End of the World

From Torres del Paine (Chile) we hit the road, spending a few very windy nights in Puerto Natales and continuing south towards Tierra del Fuego. I love that the Chileans have dubbed this lonely stretch of highway the “End of the World Road”. Fitting, yes? At Punta Delgada, we took the ferry across to Isla Grande Terra del Fuego. The route from Torres del Paine is mostly in Chile but dips into Argentina only after crossing the famed Strait of

Chile: Torres del Paine

We left behind El Calafate in Argentina and headed off to Chile for the Big Kahuna of Patagonia: Torres del Paine ( Pronunciation: Tor-rays del pine-ay) National Park. It’s a lonely drive, mostly populated by sheep. And this dude, who creeped us out.  We spent the night holed up in an abandoned police station, the only building for miles in either direction. Occasionally we’d look across the landscape to see we were being closely observed by the locals.  The border

Argentina: Glaciar Perito Moreno

After a glorious week outside of El Chalten, we drove a few hours south to El Calafate, the main entry point for most tourists in the area given that it boasts the region’s only airport. We pulled into town and like the classy people we are, set up came in the public park at the waterfront. My parents were slightly more conservative with their sleeping arrangements and checked into a hotel. The reason that we were in town was because of

Argentina: El Chalten

Argentina! El ultimo pais! The road from Chile was the same in Argentina: a dirt ribbon pockmarked with potholes and accompanied by endless miles of barbed wire fencing. The land, directly across the border from Parque Patagonia, was also spectacular. If you cross the border late in the day and are looking for a campsite, this little creek looked like a nice place to stop for the night. We spent two days driving from the border crossing at Paso Roballes down to

Chile: Carretera Austral

South of the port city of Puerto Montt lies the famed Route 7, also known as the Carretera Austral. Construction of the Southern Highway began in 1976 at the behest of dictator Augosto Pinochet, who wanted to bring the isolated and far-flung communities under his control. Both the border delineation and the relationship with neighboring Argentina have always been a bit murky; importing additional people and supplies into the region was seen as a major show of force. Even today,

Chilean Christmas – Lakes District

The Lakes District of Chile is a land of blue waters, dark evergreen forests, and snow- capped volcanoes.      And delightfully funky birds. This is a black-faced ibis. It is also where Chris’ brother Greg and his wife Katherine were meeting us for Christmas and we were eagerly awaiting their arrival – we hadn’t seen anyone since October and everyone was getting slightly massively tired of each other. Long story short: we’d been talking up Auntie Katherine and Uncle Greg’s

Middle Peru: A Hidden Gem of a National Park

After a sad goodbye to Santiago, we headed south. We didn’t find many established campgrounds in this part of the country, instead spending nights at truck stops and gas stations, which is common for overlanders. Nobody slept well during those nights thanks to the loud highway noises, but the price was right. Truckstop breakfast. We headed back to the coast, spending three nice days in Pichilemu with weather that wasn’t hot but warm enough for some beach time. During the

Northern Chile: Miles of Sand and Fantastic Santiago

We’d had quite enough of high desert after the Lagunas Route in Bolivia so we didn’t tarry in San Pedro de Atacama, despite the fantastic number of activities and incredible landscapes in the surrounding areas. After our time trudging through the wilds of Bolivia, we found San Pedro to be an overwhelming (and expensive) tourist town. We ate gourmet pizza, washed our underwear in the hotel sink, and hit the road.  We didn’t make it far: we got a smokin’

Bolivia: Driving the Western Lagunas Route

After our days spent out on the flats, we were a crusty, salty mess. Once back to Uyuni, showers were in order for both humans and truck. Thus cleansed, we stocked up on more groceries, drinking water and gasoline. We were headed for the Western Lagunas Route in far southern Bolivia: a land of desolate wilderness at sky-high altitudes with few amenities along its 450km route. At the end was our penultimate country of the road trip: Chile.  The first