Crossing Tierra del Fuego

Dani spotting Fidget on a pass descent

For months, Fidget and I had planned on going to Ushuaia, finding our way back across the Argentina/Chile border, and walking northward on the Chilean side of South America. Upon arrival to Ushuaia, however, we were nearly immediately told that crossing the border would be much harder/impossible.  As learned travelers, we began coming up with alternative options of hiking across the island of Tierra Del Fuego.  We ended up meeting multiple helpful people who gave us different ideas.  Through connections, Fidget and I met a man named Dani who had traversed the island and he shared his route with us. This may not seem like a big deal to US citizens, but down here they have an unwritten edict that if you give another person information about a route, then you consider yourself responsible for their safety along that route.  He was basically trusting us to not be stupid. Thanks, Dani!

After planning for so long, we were definitely antsy to begin our walk. We headed out eagerly, with Dani joining us for the first day across the mountains.  We made it about 20km, across 3 passes and past many beautiful vistas.  The next day was similar, with only 1 pass and an afternoon of slogging through and around a beaver dam-filled valley. We arrived at Lago Fagnano on day three to get our resupply that had been sent with another new friend, Hernan, to his company's (Canal Fun) refugio along the lake, and ended up running into him and enjoyed an afternoon of catching up.

Looking out at Lago Fangano

Day 4, we decided to try and figure out a way across the lake, because going around it seemed to be a pain in the butt, adding four days onto our trip.  We walked over to a small fishing camp to see if we could find a ride across, and the camp host, Jesus, said it would be nearly impossible, but invited us in for  mate and we ended up staying the rest of the day meeting his wife and learning about these giving and caring people.  The next morning we were sitting by the dock and Jesus walks up grinning, saying he got us a ride to the other side of the lake with one of the fishermen!  We load into the small boat with three men and one of their sons, and are dropped off across the lake to continue following our (Dani's) set route.

Fidget checking out an abandoned house.

The wind dies down and there is no trail other than wild llamas, aka Guanaco, so we wander along with our GPS and maps out. Dani's route is much easier at times than we anticipate, though there are many downed trees and open marshy meadows along the way. Taking all the wilderness in is a pleasure, giving me moments of sheer joy knowing at least one fellow adventurer wanted to share this with us.

A lake among the forest of downed trees

The bridge is out! Road walking into Rio Grande

We make it to an Estancia, or giant ranch, and find a dirt road that will take us most of the way into Rio Grande, where we'll be able to resupply.  Food is running low so we push our pace up, doing our first (and thus far, only) 42km day.  The hard packed dusty dirt roads are tough on our feet, mine are sore and sensitive, Fidget's are being torn up by her shoes being so stiff. The wind also picks up again as we got into more open lands again. We walked into Rio Grande and immediately got a pizza and Fanta so we could think clearly while figuring out what's next.  Another connection, Marcello, opened up his apartment to us and we readily agreed. He was kind and helpful host, driving us around to run errands and answering our questions.

After a much needed rest day, we headed forward again, along the road to San Sebastian. Marcello called some friends, so we were welcome at 3 of the Estancias north of Rio Grande. This road walk was long and boring, but we received encouragement in the form of honks of passers by as well as seeing some cyclists. When we reached the border crossing, the wind was raging across the steppe.  We were able to cross into Chile successfully though, and Dani (who we now call Coach, because of his unending educating and encouragement) and his wife Elena picked us up and took us to Punta Arenas.  We're finally on the mainland!

I found this rock in my pocket after carrying it for half a day- woops!