Free at last, Free at last, Thank God almighty we are free at last. -Martin Luther King Jr.
We finally made it out of the desert and into Argentina’s Lakes District of the Patagonia. It took us a month to ride the nearly 1500 mile stretch of desert on Ruta 40 from Cafayate to Junín de los Andes. It was touch-and-go there for a bit.
It’s like another world entirely. We woke to cool weather and gentle winds. We followed a river into town that’s teeming with water. I’ve never been so glad to see snow covered peaks. We are back with the Andes.
We arrived in Junín by early afternoon and went on a feeding frenzy. We had a second lunch of a dozen ham and cheese empanadas, 1/4 kilo of chocolate ice-cream, and a bag of fried bread (which we smothered in honey in an attempt to recreate the Mexican fav treat sopapilla). Then we went to the river with a bottle of wine and watched the water flow by.
Life is good.
There was camping in town but it’s summer high season and Argentinians LOVE to camp so it was jam-packed with vacationers. Deciding crowded campgrounds aren’t are style, we rolled 5 miles out of town and found a place along the river to ourselves.