Another challenging day of riding, but made easier by a canine companion that joined us for the day. I had spotted him on the road up ahead of us in the morning, but he seemed skittish and ran away. I thought it was odd to see a dog on the road because I hadn’t seen any houses out here.
After lunch I was moving at a snail’s pace up a hill and in my mirror I saw the same dog chasing after me. Not knowing his intentions, I stopped. He ran up to me like we were best friends, whining and crying and telling the saddest story!
I rode on and he ran along with me and would rest in the shade when I stopped. He chased every truck that passed in our direction, but none going in the opposite direction. He’s not the crazed, tire chasing dog. He wants a ride south.
After running with us for 10 miles, Scott and I and the dog reached a town. We were reluctant to feed him because we thought it would discourage him from finding his people. However, we reconsidered when at one of our rest stops he ate my poop. So we bought him dog food at the tienda in town. He’s a rack of bones and judging by his tender-footed gait, he’s been running for a while. He devoured the dog food and slept at our feet as we ate our second lunch of salami and cheese sandwiches.
He clearly had adopted us because he growled at every dog, person and car that came near us, but was docile to us. The shop owner asked if he would bite. We explained that we only just found him. She said people abandon dogs on this road. Then she added, by the looks of it, he’s our dog now.
After lunch we were hoping Chile Chico would just stay in town, but he followed after us. It was obvious he was really tired and his feet were sore. So we were only a little sad when after 5 miles, he turned down a road that had a campground. It’s probably full of backpackers and a good place to be for a dog. Though I had already entertained the idea of teaching him how to ride on the back of my bike.
Tonight we each caught the other looking around at the feral dogs in town to see if Chile Chico did follow us after all.
Buena suerte, Chile Chico. We hope you find who you’re looking for.
Lago General Carrera:
It is not possible for this water to be any bluer!