|Ushuaia - nestled along the side of the Andes,|
gateway to Antarctica
My trip to Ushuaia began as many trips do in
|View from my bedroom window -|
Mountains, town, Beagle Channel
On Thursday, I was up early to catch the shuttle bus to
to do some hiking. It was cool and damp when we left Ushuaia at and within a few minutes it began to rain, at first just a drizzle but then changing to a good steady rain. As the driver dropped us off at the trekking station, he said “Pick up 3, 5, 7.” So he was dropping us off in the cold and rain at and not coming back until at the earliest. I wondered what I had gotten myself into – how was I going to kill 5 hours in this park without freezing to death? I envied the more prepared hikers with their weatherproof outfits and hiking boots. I had a nice fleece coat and rain resistant coat (I found out the hard way that it is no longer rainproof a few years ago), jeans and my sneakers. I thought to myself that more commercial operations would have equipment to rent – hiking boots and waterproof pants for unprepared tourists like me. But there was no such kiosk here so I took my hiking map and headed off in the same direction I had seen a few other people go. After about 15 minutes, I realized this wasn’t a trail for me – walking along a lake for mile after mile - boring, and turned back to go in the other direction. As I walked, I noticed large noisy birds hunting for insects nearby and stopped to take some photos. Tierra del Fuego National Park
By now the rain had stopped and the sun was beginning to push through the clouds and the rest of the day was overcast but dry.
Trail 4 was a beautiful hike through beech trees and a peat bog. Again I took many many photos of the beautiful scenery and interesting birds to share with anyone back home foolish enough to ask to see my vacation photos.
Things I’ve noticed: