We left Puerto Natales heavy. It was the first town with well-stocked grocery stores since El Chaltén, eight days ago. After having to ration food, we overcompensated and overbought. It’s only a 3-day ride to Punta Arenas and we probably have a week’s worth of food. We will not ride hungry again.
We spent most of the day riding through a crosswind hitting us on the right. It wasn’t strong enough to knock us off the bikes but it was strong enough to make us look like we wouldn’t pass a sobriety test.
By late afternoon though, the road turned due east and we flew, pushed by the wind at 20+ mph with barely a pedal stroke. I think my favorite part of a tailwind (apart from going really fast) is the peace it brings. When we finally move in the same direction and speed as the wind, the noise of the wind silences. We don’t actually feel the wind hitting us because we are moving with it, as one. In the wind’s silence, we can hear the rustling of the grasses, bleating of sheep in the fields, and the hum of our tires spinning over the pavement. In these brief moments it’s as if everything is in harmony, yin and yang have found balance, and we are no longer fighting the wind, the bike, the road.