We woke after a solid nights sleep in this lonely place.
So of course Rusty and I stepped out into a windless warm morning.
We walked along the cliff top wondering where this track went. I was doing most of the wondering while Rusty sniffed.
This is Scott and Keri’s Toyota Tundra camper, four people in an eight foot by six foot space that just barely fits in a container. The kids sleep in bunks upstairs while the living quarters below convert to the parents’ bed. Amazing.
The Tundra suffered a wrecked transmission in Santiago and they had to cobble together a used automatic transmission to keep on going. No one is safe from breaking down out here. They are shipping home to start a van building company using their travel experiences to offer overland vans to the public.
Rita and Hugo from Germany live here in the Sprinter. Nice couple with some English but we Dnglish speakers have unfortunately stuck a bit close together. They are going home for the summer and returning to their van in six months.
I decided I wanted to see this rather odd lighthouse up close. Rusty watched me walk off but waited for me back at GANNET2. He knows his age my sweet boy.
The light doesn’t work and in President Milei’s Argentina if it’s broke no one fixes it. It’s a DOGE of a thousand cuts, coming now to the US unhappily.
I wondered how this lighthouse had worked. I’d never seen one held up by guy wires and I also noticed there were no lighthouse keeper quarters or associated buildings.
Wasn’t I surprised to discover it is made of fiberglass. There are graffiti as you can see but I was astonished to see how clean the space was, and not used as a toilet.
A co lighthouse was established here in 1916 and used to show two white flashes every twenty seconds. The tower is 39 feet tall and is a very odd hollow tube from the inside.
And it has four guy wires embedded in concrete.
It’s all cliffs around here.
It’s a pretty comfortable home we have.
Hugh epitomizing the contented overlander. He served in the Canadian Army, worked in bs king and raised a family. He and Sue are off to Europe for the first time in their lives in a couple of months. From never traveling he’s seeing the world in retirement.
Gorgeous scenery.
That’s the Valdes peninsula across the gulf and it’s a national park so no Rusty.
And that’s the camp a mile from the lighthouse.
The sedan belonged to four guys fishing and one of them showed a lot too much interest in us and our vehicles. He creeped us out asking how long we are staying. Plans to stay got shelved and departure was on our minds. You have to follow your spidey sense out here just to be cautious.
Scott and Keri and their kids. A nice family and great fun.
Hugo and Rita, the Germans keeping a look out for orcas said to swim these waters.
The Americans and Canadians decided to go down the cliff to the beach. Nut jobs.
Would you grab the rope and let yourself down ten feet past the overhang? Me neither.
They made it. Later they also made it back up, more importantly. That’s Keri in sandals.
Sue going down. I told her to be responsible where the others aren’t. She’s a new grandmother so I figured…but she looked back at me and said too late I’ve steady done something stupid and off she went.
One of the fishermen asked us to keep an eye on their car as one of their friends recently had his wheels stolen while he was on the beach fishing. Nice so now we really wanted to leave in the morning.
Rusty stepped between me and the creepy fisherman as we talked so I suspect he got a bad hit too. Good dog.
Hugh had tried flying his drone and showed me a picture on his phone. I photographed it to show you:
The guard dog went off duty.
I have a blog to write, it’s not all beer and chatter out here. There’s work to do.
Rita yelled “Michael! Orcas!” Sure enough:
Later Sue said she thought we got a better view from the tip of the cliffs as we got to see the whole animal in the clear waters.
Pretty spectacular afternoon at Punta Ninfas. This time of year it’s said to be a daily show.
Carrie High and Scott hurrying to keep up with the whales.
The orcas left and we all calmed down. The wind picked up, we retreated to our vehicles, we fed Rusty and ourselves and watched a documentary recommended by Webb on the way dogs think. And yes Rusty loves me.
Great views around here.
Tomorrow more and different beaches.
