sometimes the road is as much as about five lanes wide.
we are heading to El Calafate.
next morning, in El Calafate, we come across this.
we’re driving around, looking for an electronics shop, because we have managed to fry our power inverter – and thus are looking at being unable to charge items in the car. we ended up finding one – it weighs literally five pounds, and cost us $160… but it could probably power a locomotive.
old-fashioned Y-intersection at the end of one main road as it leads into another. these were extremely prevalent in the US until James Dean got killed at one.
plants, lake, mountain. we’ll be headed to the glaciers in the distance in several days, but right now we are going north past the lake.
here’s one in infrared.
somewhere around Tres Lagos is this detour, which threw us completely off 40. a bad thing, when we were looking for the gas station. turns out, the gas station has been gone for years. luckily we have 800km of range, and have only used up about 200 of it. Bajo Caracoles is 330km away, and Perito Moreno is 460.
this side road receives a number – and a white guide sign.
I think this is the only view we got of Cerro Torre on this trip. it’s to the left of the middle. to the right is, partially obscured, Monte FitzRoy.
the sky turns overcast as we head down into some canyons.
shooting up road signs is not strictly a North American phenomenon.
lots of long straight, empty sections of road. the only reason we didn’t do 100mph the whole way was because we didn’t want to run out of gas.
here, for a bit of variety, the track has started to get overgrown with bright green plants.
the mirage at the end of the road.
this secondary route somehow merits an oversize shield.
abrupt beginning of road work.
and there’s Bajo Caracoles. yep, that’s all of it.
some more old signs in downtown Bajo Caracoles.
there weren’t actually any policia around.
closeup of the old route marker, showing the previous designation of 40.
that is the way we are going to return, actually. but for now we keep heading north.
an old wooden sign for an estancia.
this rhea is running away.
some iridescent clouds.
we’re in Perito Moreno. somewhere in here is an outline shield.
the road to Los Antiguos.
and here’s a bright orange sunset.