Happy New Year from Ushuaia

The landscape of Tierra del Fuego

Landon at the Ushuaia city limits. Three months of traveling south brought us to the end of the world on New Year's Eve. His face says it all.

New Year's Eve rainbow at the campsite.

My friend David Lange who flew in on New Year's Day and is beginning his South American journey from here.

Well we're finished moving south. We drove on down to the tip of South America before the end of the year under the powder blue sky of Tierra del Fuego and found a great campground on the edge of Ushuaia with several dozen other motorcycle travelers. The road down was generally good, even the gravel was better than some pavement we've been on. We ran into a few places where the availability of gas became a problem, but thanks to Landon's extra gas supply, we managed. It's generally cool and windy here with occasional sprinkles.

Some great folks at the campground grilled up a carnivor's dream supper for the bikers. It was a great time of getting to know folks from all over the world. At midnight we went outside to welcome in the new year. There was still light in the western sky.

On New Year's Day I was happy to meet my friend David Lange at the airport. We had supper and have spent the past 24 hours catching up on things.

In calling the States this morning, I realized that we are not only far south of home, but also far east. One normally thinks of South America as being below North America, but hardly any of it is. If one looks at the map, nearly the entire continent is east of the East Coast. I'm wondering why it isn't East America and West America.

Tomorrow Landon and I start heading north along the east side of the Andes with another biker, a German friend we met at the border a couple of days ago.

New Year Blessings to all of you.