November 22, 2014:
Glad I held up a day, it was a clear day with moderate wind. I hit gravel road 37 miles out of Gobernador Gregores however, other than a few section of loose rock it was good road, in a strong wind it would be very challenging. The dirt section was only 60 miles.
One of the better sections:
From Gbr Gregores to Punta Arenas

They're all over the place, I wonder if they're good eating:
From Gbr Gregores to Punta Arenas

From Gbr Gregores to Punta Arenas

I stopped to enjoy the view and this guy just appears. He blended in so well I hadn't noticed him:
From Gbr Gregores to Punta Arenas

He was busy hunting and didn't seem to care that I was there:
From Gbr Gregores to Punta Arenas

Route 23 going to El Chalten:
From Gbr Gregores to Punta Arenas

Around El Chalten:
From Gbr Gregores to Punta Arenas

From Gbr Gregores to Punta Arenas

From Gbr Gregores to Punta Arenas

El Chalten is popular for it's trekking and I wasn't planning on doing any so I continued on to El Calafate.

Ruta 40, Lake Argentino:
From Gbr Gregores to Punta Arenas

My SPOT is no longer marking, no satellite coverage this far south.

The wind blows crazy strong here, and it's cold. Beautiful country though!

November 23, 2014:
50 miles east of El Calafate is The Glaciers National Park.
Along the way to the park:
From Gbr Gregores to Punta Arenas

Perito Moreno glacier:
From Gbr Gregores to Punta Arenas

From Gbr Gregores to Punta Arenas

From Gbr Gregores to Punta Arenas

South of El Calafate along Ruta 40:
From Gbr Gregores to Punta Arenas

There's a gravel section that by passes Esperanza to the west that I took. The wind wasn't blowing to strong and ! wanted to get off the pavement.
From Gbr Gregores to Punta Arenas

It's desolate:
From Gbr Gregores to Punta Arenas

Back on Ruta 40, pavement, at Tapi Aike:
From Gbr Gregores to Punta Arenas

The wind picked back up and it was a tough run to the Chilean border and then into Puerto Natales. When I arrived in Puerto Natales I was attacked by a couple dozen stray dogs that seem to lay in wait for moto riders. At one point the biggest of the bunch had my left leg and two smaller ones were grabbling for my right leg. They're very good at avoiding any attempts to kick them. Boots and tough riding gear is a must in this town.
I found a place to stay just as it started spitting snow. It's cold here. The lady at the hostel asked how I faired with the stray dogs and she mentioned that the big one is the worst of the bunch. One of the small black ones also has a very bad reputation as well.