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The crab

Heads up, this post contains moderately detailed instructions on advanced wilderness defecation techniques which can reduce strain on the knee.  It has been brought to my attention in the past that such topics are a bit over the line for a blog focused on micturation.  Still, I feel that this information could be found useful Read More

San Juan to San Rafael

1/30/20 – 2/8/20 Long, flat, cool tail wind. The desert that great dump for all of man’s unwanted trappings. On the north end of the agricultural inspection booth; old televisions. To the south; tires. Who keeps this great warehouse organized is a mystery. What anyone will do with an old cathode ray tube ever more Read More

Non-Euclydian geometry, Mandelbrot, and the infinite washboard paradox

The Coastline Paradox is the counter-intuitive observation that it is in fact impossible for a land mass to have a well-defined perimeter.  The length of a coast is limited only by the instrument used to measure it.  A longer and, hence, less accurate unit of measurement means a greater degree of cartographic distortion.  For example: Read More

Buenos Aires – Hijos de putas politicos

1/21/20 – 1/29/20 After a rest day of swimming in the reservoir of Villa Union, we got back on the road.  Ruta Provincial 49 detours from Ruta 40 and cuts through a steep sandstone canyon that feels like an ancient sculpture garden.  Kissing rock, bird rock, mushroom rock, cloud rock, and my personal favorite, old Read More

Performance enhancing hugs

1/17/20 – 1/20/20 We commandeered the garden hose from the plaza in Londres to fill our water and then proceeded to wash ourselves.  The women maintaining the flowers didn’t seem to mind this, although I received a pair of sour eyes when I started dumping baby powder down the front of my shorts to combat Read More

Craft beer and kalamata olives

1/9/20 – 1/17/20 Soph had been in Salta for about a week by the time I arrived. “Look look, look in the fridge.” I looked.  There was fresh ravioli, fresh salami, olives, parmesan cheese, prosciutto, and basil. “And look over here.” Fine extra virgin olive oil, a fresh baguette, a local Malbec, and croissants. “They Read More

San Pedro de Atacama to Salta

1/2/20 – 1/7/20 The first day was mostly windless and uneventful.  I stopped after a hundred kilometers near a small creek and set camp.  I could have gone further but I knew it would be my last guaranteed water supply for two days and it made sense to leave in the morning well hydrated and Read More

San Pedro de Atacama

12/24/19 – 1/1/20 “I can only eat organic and he does not respect this so I am fed these terrible vegetables with the cancer all over them.” Tomas was a young Frenchman who was managing the hostel we were staying at in exchange for food and a place to put his tent.  Although overreacting, he Read More

Ruta de las Andinas Part II

12/18/19 – 12/23/19 I spent the first half of our day off in search of a spoke. I knew I wouldn’t find one, but figured I should look.  Ollague is a strange place.  People aren’t very helpful.  In many places, when somebody points you to a random building you know that they really hope that Read More

Ruta de las Andinas Part I

12/11/19 – 12/17/19 From the old mission church near the end of the Ruta de las Vicuñas the road drops over a thousand meters to the town of Colchane.  Much of it runs through a narrow canyon filled with alpaca munching on wet grasses and vizcachas, a desert rodent the size of a rabbit, chasing Read More

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