Saying goodbye to Becks, Andrea, Noah and Lucy we headed for Road J.

Road J heads out 130 km southeast of Ushuaia and takes you to the southern most tip of Argentina.
We had great weather considering the beginning of the day was very wet, as the day unfolded so did the clouds allowing us a nice ride.

Exiting out of Ushuaia was typical Argentina, first the monster lineup for fuel with two attendants walking around slowly and cars lined up ten deep
Heading out of town we then sat in a long queue with the police check only to be flagged on by anyway so all in all an hour to get out of town.…hmmm glad we didn’t arrive at siesta time it would take all day.
Finally out on open road we made it to our turn off then out to freedom, traffic was sparse other than a MTB race on.

Estancia Harberton (Harberton Station) out half way to the end was a point of interest, a friend of our asked if we wanted to stay there and offered to put in, even with the put in it was still a little exotic price wise so we opted to camp, couple with that we had a beautiful day with a beautiful camp site.
We took a few photos of the place and headed on our merry way out to the end with the road twisting and turning along the waterfront, a stunning but lonely place.


Stunning setting


The station from across the bay

The road followed along the sea line through open and trees.


See the tree, evidence we are in Patablowia but not today

Reaching the end we were greeted by a lonely little black dog who pulled a stupid smile after a welcoming hello and click of our fingers so he was curiously keen to see us with a cautious approach paid off with a pat and smile, I think we made each others day.
Photos and standing looking out across the southern ocean was in order, smiles of appreciation from Ellen and I feeling lucky to be there and even luckier to be there on an excellent weather day and trust me you see the trees and know it can be extremely savage down there and very inhospitable to warm blooded creatures let along exposed moto riders.
Looking back towards Ushuaia in the late afternoon sun.

We were here, the end of the road.

The road on the way back allowing epics views

Making our way back we hit it to camp, undecided on which place to stay as we had a choice of three great locations with us opting to do km today as we needed to make ground tomorrow.

New asado grill made from wire we found on the ground

Have meat

Cooked ... now where is that wine!!

A scoff of bar b q meat, some salad with an Argie Malbec and no one else around ...saweet!!!
Our choice as it would turn would be great other than when we went to bed a herd of bulls came through our camp grizzling, roaring and mooing hard out.
I ended up getting out of bed (from no sleep) and chasing them off and make them moove elsewhere.
Luckily they were offended by me and my bright LED in their eyes so they scattered, I didn’t even have to scare them with taking my clothes off however my undie run was proved to be scary enough.
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