Not in Kansas Anymore

Buenos Dias mis amigos y familia!

Good day my friends and family!

We are safely in Ushuaia, Argentina: the southernmost city in the world! We arrived on Wednesday with no major issues. All of our luggage arrived intact, and we didn’t have any major problems in any of the airports.

I’m jolted awake from my sleep by a loud howling outside the tent. My drying clothes are springing around above my head as my little yellow home is shaken and beaten by this monster outside. Instantly I’m awake, hastily pulling on my rain pants and jacket. I’ve never heard the wind this strong before, I must be out there. I can hear the waves being thrown against the rocks below me. As I emerge from my yellow cave, i’m hit in the face with a salt spray, whipped up from the channel to my south. White foamy waves are crashing over the jagged rocks of our little beach. I climb out onto one of the large ones, 20 or 30 meters away from the grassy knoll where we’re camped. This is no longer the peaceful beach we initially found; "muy tranquillo" our Argentine mountain-biking amigo told us. Now it is the bow of a ship, crashing through the seas. I stand on the rock, surrounded by the spray and foam, and let the spray crash into me. South America is proving to be all that I imagined and more.