While stopped at a bridge where the Rio Grande has cut a deep canyon through the volcanic rock, a guy tells us there are 800 volcanos and cinder cones in this area. What!?
While I’m not sure if he’s the area’s authority on volcano numbers, even if it’s half that number, that’s still pretty impressive. It’s like we’re riding over a cauldron.
By afternoon, it’s as if we’re feeling the heat of all 800 volcanos. The sun is brutal and despite two applications of sunscreen, I’m turning rosy.
We’ve been spoiled with good infrastructure in Argentina. For part of today, the pavement ended and for 30 miles we were on a dusty road of loose rocks and sand, but thankfully rideable. I had almost forgotten what a slog it is when conditions deteriorate.
We were down to our last bottle of water when we came across the tiny village of Ranquil Norte. We feel beat-up. I’m more tired after today’s 48 miles than I was with yesterday’s 66 miles. We’re camped behind the cemetery outside town. I just hope our neighbors are quiet tonight!