Before leaving the hotel this morning I checked the weather forecast. It called for Blowing Sand. What kind of weather forecast is that?! I didn’t even know Blowing Sand could be an official forecast.
It appears our time in the sensory deprivation of the dry and barren pampa is coming to an end. We saw birds, flowers and cactus today. After days of seeing little to no vegetation, animals, or other life forms, I felt like a sailor spotting land after being lost at sea. I was pretty excited to see these guys and their splash of color.
The mountains push right to the ocean creating dramatic cliffs and a rocky shoreline reminding us of the coast of Oregon. Though not as green, or as beautiful, and lacking the tailwinds and good beer. Come to think of it, it’s not all that much like the Oregon coast after all. But it’s better than where we’ve been the last couple of days.
Tonight we sought shelter from the wind in an abandoned stockyard…or so we thought.
We were discovered in the morning by the owner. He yelled GRINGOS! and raised his arms and shoulders in the universal gesture that says WTF? Technically we were trespassing. In the States, this situation can lead to you looking down the business end of a shotgun. I provided a brief explanation of what we were doing in his stockyard. He responded with Está bien (ok), wished us well, and walked away. And that was that.