We spent a day around Cafayate doing tourist things before driving out of town for the night.
We left the campground late after dumping our trash and taking our showers m and puttering around cleaning, filling the water tank, not writing my blog and so forth. With a full water tank we were good to go.
Cafayate is a small town so big box stores are nowhere to be seen. This the trick is to go shopping like your grandparents did, store to store, meat, vegetables, fruit and dog food, paper towels and so forth where you find them.
And Layne had a lead on a cheese farm out in the middle of nowhere.
They call it Sandy Farm because it’s all sand south of town but Google Maps got us there. Fall is happening now with green going yellow but it’s still hot and sunny by day.
Argentines were out in force in the run up to Easter picnicking on wine and cheese.
We got some cheddar and Gouda and Romano cows milk cheese and a piece of goats milk cheese with oregano. I’m not fond of goat milk cheese but maybe this artisan stuff will be more mild than the goat cheese I’ve had from supermarkets.
Our plan was to drive up Highway 68 toward Salta for an hour and go back to our peaceful wild camp by the river.
Rusty was delighted to be back. And then Layne, the chief communications officer got a message from Julia and Konstantin of Seattle. They exchanged locations and it turned out that after being denied entry to Bolivia they were now two hours north of us.
I went up to the highway with my kindle and a stool and sat by the side of the road for about twenty minutes until they arrived. Then we set about catching up. They really liked Brazil and made it sound like we will too.
We were interrupted by a flock of locals.
They went by to the river and we carried on.
They travel with cats and have to get papers for them to go to Chile but we are planning to travel together agency wild camping on the coast of Chile before they go south to ship their Sprinter home to Seattle and we go north to Peru.
Tomorrow: back to Cafayate.
