Riding North

An illustrious half week in Futaleufu filled with camping, rafting, and lots of outdoors led to some pangs of desire for urban life.  I had been in the lesser populated and incredibly beautiful nature I so desperately craved coming from the graveled earth of the NYC metro area.  But now, I wanted that city experience again.Continue reading “Riding North”

The Road to Futaleufu

It was back to two backpacks now.  The nice part about hiking for 8 days is that you only need to bring one.  I left the other in the hotel.  Clamoring to the bus station, I rode to Punta Arenas.  Another coastal town about 4 hours further south.  It was here, the following morning, thatContinue reading “The Road to Futaleufu”