December 03, 2014:
Ushuaia was the prize in the first leg of my journey and getting here has been one of the greatest adventures of my life. What a great way to see the world! Life is good!
"It's only far away until you go there", I read this somewhere.
Evening in Ushuaia:
From December 7, 2014

From December 7, 2014

December 04, 2014:
The days plan, ride to Rio Gallegos, Argentina
A few miles out of Ushuaia.
From December 7, 2014

Argentine Immigration, Tierra del Fuego:
From December 7, 2014

Sheep farmers home:
From December 7, 2014

With the exception of the southern portion, this is pretty much what Tierra del Fuego looks like:
From December 7, 2014

From December 7, 2014

Ruta 3, mainland Argentina, I was wondering where the rain was:
From December 7, 2014

December 05, 2014:
Departing Rio Gallegos, he seemed very happy to be riding back there:
From December 7, 2014

Along the way to Cmte. Luis Piedra Buena. It was a beautiful day, light wind!:
From December 7, 2014

From December 7, 2014

From December 7, 2014

I couldn't find anything to pack for lunch in Rio Gallegos so I stopped in Cmte Luis Piedra Buena. Not much here and after asking a couple people this seemed to be the best option in town.
From December 7, 2014

After lunch I headed for Gobernador Gregores, back to Ruta 40. I thought about staying on Ruta 3 but it's flat and there's very little to see along the way. If I'm going to battle wind I'd like some scenery whenever I can steal a look. As soon as I was back on the trail the wind picked up and it was moto leaning and helmet smashed against the head all the way to Gobernador Gregores.

December 06, 2014:
Gobernador Gregores to Rio Mayo:
The wind woke me up around 4 am and it got worse as the morning went on. By 09:00 I decided to stay another day and wait it out. At 10:00 the receptionist came to the room and instructed me to leave, she was closing the hostel. Strange as she asked me how long I was going to stay when I checked in, I had told her it depended on the wind. I couldn't understand the reason she gave me for closing. Anyway, I packed the moto and thought about where to relocate. I decided to fuel up since I was on the moto and while doing so I told myself, find another place Gail, and stay. No, to stubborn for that, I'm packed and fueled, lets go. It was one of the toughest 298 miles I've ever ridden. I was consistently blown from one side of the road to the other. My adventure hat is off to anyone that rode this route before it was paved. No photos, I tried stopping once but it felt like the moto was going to be blown over. One bright light of hope was when I meet three other riders heading south, no waves, just a flick of the high beam. I didn't feel so alone.
I'm exhausted.

The plan now is to meet up with the Dakar Rally!