Good Weather Luck Runs Out
This has, without a doubt, been the hottest, driest Trans-Americas trip ever... until we crossed the border from northern Chile into Argentina. The customs post is at the peak of an Andean mountain, where it was snowing, and the road was muddy slush. Fortunately, the guards took pity on us, and let the bikes ride past the queue of cars and trucks, whose drivers were relatively warm and dry.
The weather improved as we descended and, when we crossed back into Chile (you zigzag between the two countries quite a bit), we had cloudless