Route 25

I don’t know how Argentines cope with their economy. Every gas stations has lines and we measured how long it took to get our gas . Would you believe thirty minutes at this podunk little rural gas station. In Argentina sitting in line like this is totally normal. We’re just passing through enjoying retirement. Having to deal with this to buy $4 a gallon regular gas every time would drive me nuts. 

The clouds over Highway 25 were looking good. And the road looked well paved after we turned off Highway 40. 

And yet there was a sign promising a repaying  program which did t promise well. The public spending freeze across Argentina means public works have ceased everywhere. 

And here too, 250 miles of road across Argentina are a mixed bag of scenery and badly patched roadway. 

It put me in mind of west Texas, miles of rolling nothing. 

It was a warm windy day, 89 degrees and a dry dusty breeze not cooling anything much even with gusts over 30 miles per hour according to the weather service on my phone. Out here we had no service but I looked it up later. We stopped here for lunch and the wind rocked the van. What a strange place is Patagonia. 

There are a couple of small villages along the way though how people earn a living baffles me. 

And then we came to Utah… the Canyon lands in the middle of the country. Amazing stuff. 

A German couple we previously didn’t time with had found a wild camp here secluded it on iOverlander so we decided to check it out for ourselves. 

There was some trash but it was lovely and quiet on a starry black night. Road traffic faded away and we slept soundly down by the river.