We left our wild camp in the canyon down by the river around ten in the morning in the “Ravine of Shells,” the Quebrada de las Conchas.
I’ve given up expecting to see locals camping now that summer is over but lo and behold as we rejoined Highway 68 someone was apparently planning an Easter Week break, possibly.
It was an hour drive to the town of Cafayate and I couldn’t stop taking pictures so here you are.
Ford ahead…wait for it.
Clearly rainy season doesn’t do much good to the highway.
They don’t make bridges here, they build cement fords called “baden” which curiously means “baths” in German. The fords make sense in desert country where rains bring debris and sudden floods but most of the year the area is dry and dusty.
Another baden. And now you too can drive Argentina…if the aggressive incompetent driving doesn’t get you. Learn to pull over and let them by is my advice.
“Home made bread” so Layne inspected the premises.
She said they had lots of souvenirs.
We bought a loaf of bread.
The start of town, things to buy…
Note the hints of autumnal yellow.
“This is where the sun lives” and where they make wine.
And this is the pretty little town of Cafayate as we shall see.
