Patagonia – Los Glaciares National Park

This is the third in a series of posts on our January 2020 trip to Patagonia. Ah, good old January, just eight weeks ago when we only had to avoid impeachment news instead of other human beings and global economic catastrophe.

When last seen, Bev was determined to sneak a penguin out of Tierra del Fuego, name him Ferdinand (after the Spanish explorer Ferdinand Magellan), and provide him a good home with no threat of predators.

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Patagonia: To the End of the World We Go

This is the second in a series of posts on our January 2020 trip to Patagonia. We joined 13 other intrepid travelers (including four friends who decided that they could stand two weeks with us) on the In Patagonia trip offered by Wilderness Travel.

After spending a couple of days in Buenos Aires, we boarded a flight to Ushuaia (roughly pronounced ooshwhy-yah) in Tierra del Fuego. Here is where I get to profess my ignorance. I knew that Tierra del Fuego was somewhere south. I also knew that it was somewhere cold. How did I know this? I surmised it from the lyrics of a Michael Franks song.

You got the nicest North America
This sailor ever saw
I’d like to feel your warm Brazil
And touch your Panama

But your Tierra del Fuegos
Are nearly always froze
We gotta see saw
Until we unthaw those
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Patagonia: More Than A Clothing Company

Team Pea recently traveled to Patagonia, a part of the world so remote that we couldn’t publish blog posts along the way. It’s not like we we were roughing it in tents, going unbathed for days, and, God forbid, having no access to beer or wine. We knew that we would have poor wifi (or for four days, none at all) and less than adequate cellular connections, so we left our laptops and iPads at home and captured the highlights of each day in a well worn, non-digital, travel journal. Consequently, this is the first in a series of posts that will be written with a little more reflection and the benefit of hindsight.

First, a brief primer on Patagonia. Most people know it as the inspiration for the famous outdoor clothing company and their logo. The company was founded in 1973 and its logo is the outline of Mount Fitz Roy in the border between Chile and Argentina. You may recognize it from one of our photos.

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Chicago to NYC – Day 24: The End!

Saturday, October 19, 2019

Start: Point Pleasant, New Jersey
End: New York City, New York
Mileage/cumulative: 28 / 1,177
Elevation Ascended/cumulative: 299′ / 27,950′
Weather: Sunny, 38º at start; sunny, 60º at finish; Winds: none
Flat tires (entire group) day/cumulative: 0 / 11

This was the big day. We would finish this journey that began over three weeks ago in front of Chicago’s Buckingham Fountain by riding our bicycles in New York City. First, though, we had to put in a few more miles up the Jersey Shore before boarding a ferry to Manhattan.

Even though it was a short mileage day, we had a cold, early start so that we didn’t miss the ferry. Just like our departure day in Chicago, we had beautiful blue skies that afforded spectacular views of the shore and the New York City skyline. As we rode north, we passed through Asbury Park, a small seaside city made famous by Bruce Springsteen, and Long Branch, Springsteen’s hometown. This ranked right up there with some of the other historical locations we’d ridden through!

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Chicago to NYC – Day 23

Friday, October 18, 2019

Start: Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
End: Point Pleasant, New Jersey
Mileage/cumulative: 74 / 1,149
Elevation Ascended/cumulative: 1,266′ / 27,651′
Weather: Sunny, 37º at start; sunny, 60º at finish; Winds: tailwinds!
Flat tires (entire group) day/cumulative: 2 / 11

After a much needed rest day in Philadelphia, our band of slightly off-centered cyclists bundled up in the cold and headed toward the Atlantic Ocean. Our route began by taking us through downtown streets, onto the Ben Franklin Bridge, and over the Delaware River. I’m not crazy about cycling over bridges and this one was no exception. I don’t look down, I don’t look over the side, and I definitely hope nobody’s coming the other way. Bev told me that the view looking back at the Philadelphia skyline was spectacular but I had to just take her word for it.

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