We where gonna take a before and after pic of our shoes, unfortunately I managed to cycle into a puddle yesterday that just got deeper and deeper until I eventually stalled (and n after me) in the middle, I can tell you, it was way beyond ankle deep. Later on I stepped straight into a muddy ditch that just appeared without warning. So no before-picture for me.
Spent 3 hours in the tent waiting for the rain to stop in the morning. I did not feel the same urge for a spectacular day as Nigel seemed to have, was very much up for a tea and toast kind of day. Unfortunately we didn’t have the luxury to choose what day to cross the “gauntlet” since the ferry is only twice a week. So today it was. The last two days had only been a build up for this one. We’d cykled from el chalten, camped on the way, taken a ferry across the lake to the Argentinean border, where no cars or motorbikes can pass or even get to, camped there and where now preparing for what we knew was going to be at least six hours of pushing the bikes through hard terrain. We were told it was hard when it was dry, and now it had been raining for three days. I was so nervous about the day I could barely get my breakfast down.
Around 10 we decided to pack up and go since the rain eased up a bit, and by the time we’d pushed the bikes up the first section the sun was shining down on us.
After that we spent six hours pushing, carrying, dragging, rolling and bumping our bikes up and down, through mud and rivers over rocks and roots and it was stunning.
Loved every bit.