Back in the USA, and computer woes.

I headed back from S. America to the USA. As usual we had some trouble getting the bike box and our other gear together to travel, but it all came together even if the security did make us delete the picture of the bike box disappearing into the scanner.

Luckily I got put in Business Elite on the Delta flight from Buenos Aires to Atlanta. Now that is a civilized way to fly even if they did have to bring me 3 sets of headphones to get one that played in stereo (the first was right only, the second left only, the third time was a charm). Not only was the food and service better (even if they did just switch planes and had multiple people booked in the same seats) and the seat way more spacious, but the seat went completely horizontal to sleep.

I got a chance to contrast it with the flight from ATL to SLC in cattle class. Not nearly as nice and no window...

I rounded up the bike box and other gear and Ian picked me up (thanks again). Then some gear sorting and packing and I was off to Las Vegas to the Red Rock Rendezvous where I taught slacklining the YogaSlacker way with another Tom
... "Hi, I'm Tom, and I'm Tom, and we're YogaSlackers". It was amazing how quickly some of the students picked it up.

Then I headed back to Bishop. I have many GB of pictures from the travels so I fired up my computer to get the images off my cards. Unfortunately this didn't work out so well. It appears that the hard drive in my laptop has Alzheimers. Luckily I was able to boot in Linux and backup what wasn't already backed up (I think). Not to mention the miracles of a linux boot cd (which I am using now).

Other things to get on are taxes, ordering a new hard drive (SSD upgrade), an endless list of house projects, cutting off the grizzly adams beard, and getting back into shape for climbing...

Hopefully once the computer is back functioning I can start posting pics from the last few months of adventures and new ones that I can get into.

Ushuaia

I originally tried to make this page from my droid with a slow internet connection to throw up a few pics. That wasted a lot of time and battery power but alas it didn't actually get any of the pics up here to post. Now we have left Ushuaia, another self proclaimed "fin del mundo"or end of the world. This one is on the southern end of Tierra Del Fuego. It hosts a number of "farthest south" things, like clubs, microbreweries, etc. It is quite scenic on a sort of flat spot between the mountains and the Beagle Channel. Claudia totally hooked us up with a place to stay - a municipal dorm place where visiting athletes stay. We were joined there by a group who were getting ready to swim the Beagle Channel. We taught 4 classes there and spent a lot of the rest of the time trying to figure out how to transport our bicycle box. This once useful luggage had become an albatross around our necks. Both of the bus companies assured us that we could not take it as luggage because their buses did not have room. flying would have worked with one airline had the plane not been full to Bariloche and the one to Rio Gallegos was too small for the bike box. Finally we found a trucking company that would take it, so after a round of paperwork with the Aduanas (customs) we finally shipped it off. The next morning at 5 am when we got on our bus to Bariloche (first leg to Rio Gallegos) we were extremely annoyed to see an entirely empty cargo bay with room for at least 6 bike boxes. GRRRRR. (the company was Marga, feel free to avoid them in the future.)

Back to Ushuaia, one afternoon after classes we had a proper Argentinian picnic with mate and  pastries (they had a name for them, but I forget). Another afternoon we packed up our packs and hiked up out of town past the ski lift and went up a nearly non-existent trail and up to a ridge top.

oops. time to move

Cape Froward

Sam, Raquel, and I decided we needed some more adventure, so we planned to hike down to Cape Froward, the southernmost point of South America (not counting islands, which go quite a bit farther south). Froward is a word that has fallen out of use but means obstinate, difficult, and unmanageable - a somewhat prophetic name it turns out. We packed our stuff, planning on a lean 3 day trip. Evidently we didn´t get enough suffering with the Patagonia Expedition Race, as we went suffer light, with the exception of camera gear and a slackline. Somehow our food packing ended up even more light than we thought. We finished our packing Monday morning and Rodrigo drove us to a sign saying 32 k to the cape. From there we walked to the end of the road (where the trail to Mount Tarn starts) and continued on walking on the shingle and rocky coast. The tide was out and it was fairly easy going, although the loose shingle and sand was tedious hiking. The weather was cloudy with on and off rain but not much wind.

It didn´t take us long to get to the San Isidro lighthouse where we had our first path into the woods around a bit of rocky shore. There were some nice overlooks down to a large bay with a fishing boat, but the leaden skies were less photogenic. We learned our lesson on Mount Tarn and put on rain coats and pants as soon as the rain picked up. That didn´t stop our feet from getting soaked from the wet plants when we cut inland, but most of the rest of us was mostly dry. There was an old whaling station at the back of this bay with a number of bones and hefty moorings and random bits of abandoned gear that were too solid to be destroyed in storms. Mostly it looked like nature was well on its way to reclaiming the area.

whale bone (foot for scale)

We continued on with a mix of walking along beaches and rocks and cutting inland through wet mossy forest. Usually the paths were pretty good and marked with flagging and trash tied to trees and sticks. Sometimes we would lose them when there were other old trails or trees had fallen down obscuring the way. Then we would thrash about for a while ´til we found the way again. The next item of note was an old house that people have been camping in from time to time. There was a nice raspberry patch and calafate berries growing there too. Then we had a stream crossing that was pretty easy because the channel split and there were log-jams across. The logs were pretty slippery when wet and we fantasized about shoes with carbide spikes under the instep. The tide was coming in and was fairly high when we caught up to another group of hikers that had just waded across a stream mouth. It looked to be about mid-thigh deep, and we were not excited at the prospect of wading. Luckily this was a small stream and a little upstream we found a spot where it was only calf deep.

even shallow river crossings were still cold

dead sea lion - quite stinky

We continued on, passing the group of 5 hikers with much larger packs, and across a long section that cut inland through the turbal - a sort of peat moss bog that can be exceedingly wet and squishy or more like a well manicured sponge. Many of the trees growing out of it look like bonsai. The trail had sections of corduroy with logs and half logs to walk on. As it was raining they were very slick and we continued to dream of spiky insteps. Most of the way through this section there was a wooden platform at a nice overlook. The trails seemed to alternate between non-existent and well built but a little out of repair. After this we were walking up a long beach that gradually disappeared as the tide came up. Near the end we had to do a lot of clambering over driftwood and trying to hop around the stump ends between waves. We were only somewhat successful at this, but our feet were pretty wet already. Then we got to a big river crossing. It looked like a lot of rough bushwhacking to get upstream with no promise it would get small for a while and although there was a sandbar across the mouth, at high tide it still looked wide and deep. The other group got there too, and they waded out to thigh deep before retreating. We set up camp and decided to get up around midnight to cross at low tide. The other group had a similar plan, but they would just wait up cooking food.

night time in the tent

I woke up when Sam woke up - my alarm had failed to wake me, but it was only 0045, so we hadn´t missed the low tide. We hurredly packed up and wandered back and forth on the sandbar a few times staring into the black water guessing where it was shallowest. Unfortunately our headlamp batteries were a little low and the extra set we brought for the DeLorme In Reach satellite communicator seemed to be dead too and there was a fog blowing off the land. We decided on a spot and waded across. It got to about knee deep. Then we headed on down the beach and up into the woods. It was raining again and we lost the trail and were thrashing around a steep slope covered with mossy logs and thick undergrowth. Sam´s headlamp died. Luckily he had also brought along the Fenix E-15 light which was much brighter - too bright for close brush bushwhacking but it was perfect for scouting river crossings - too bad we didn´t think of it earlier. He swapped out his headlamp batteries for the old In Reach ones and we continued to thrash through the soaking mossy green hell looking for the bits of trash and flagging that might be marking the way. Eventually we found it and got back to a beach. There we continued on through the night with dim headlights continually looking to the right to see if there was another path into the woods we needed to take. Usually they just went in to camping spots though. I was in the lead and I saw some odd white post off to my left by the water and wandered blearily that way to figure out what it was. As I got closer it remained a mystery until surreally resolving into a penguin! It was a king penguin with a large wound on it´s belly. We took photos for a while, but it was hard in the dark and rain. I am guessing it got bit by a seal or sea lion and was up on the beach to recover.

king penguin - the wound is on the other side

Around 0430 we stopped and cooked up an Alpine Aire meal with the jet boil stove and enjoyed some delicious warm calories before continuing on down the beach. Soon we got to another river crossing. It looked wide and deep and cold and dark. The tide was coming in so we decided to make camp and cross in the morning when the tide was going down. We set up camp and went to sleep for the second time that night.

This time we set Sam´s alarm. It woke us up at 9 and the river was down a lot (and we could see). We left most of our stuff in camp and planned a high speed assault on the cape with only one light pack full of stuff. We counted on getting back to this river crossing before the tide was up too much or else we would have to cross anyway even if it meant swimming. The crossing was only about knee deep, and then we were off jogging up the beach. This didn´t last long as soon we were walking along a rocky bench between the forest and the sea. It featured rock ridges and algae and seaweed and was very slick. Sam and I have a lot of experience with this sort of terrain - at least similar, but not so slick - but Raquel didn´t until today. It was slow going and then the rain picked up along with a bit of a headwind. Sometimes instead of the slick rocky bench we got slick baseball to bowling ball size rounded cobbles. Normally I can dance across the top of this sort of terrain but it was far too slippery and I had to step in between the rocks. This was both slow and painful. We had a few paths through the woods complete with log ladders with broken rungs and more log corduroy. As the rain picked up my water resistant running pants began letting the water through.

typical rocky bench between the forest and the blown out strait

distant cross up on top of the mountain

We could chart our progress with gps, but it was slow, too slow. Finally we could see the cross through the clouds way up on a mountain top. Yikes, it was a ways up, and I really wanted to go to the cape. We passed the turnoff to the trail and continued along the shore. Unfortunately that cliffed out before we got to the cape or another path. I probably could have climbed around, but it would have been an awfully cold dunking if I didn´t make it. Instead I scrambled up the near vertical scrubby forest to the plateau. It was slow going climbing up through the soaked vegetation, especially when a wet branch would spring back into my face and when I hit a prickly plant. When I got to the top Sam yelled up to me to look out to sea that there was a whale. Eventually I saw it spout and saw it´s back a few times although I never saw it´s tail. I spent some time trying to get a decent photo, although with just the point and shoot and conditions it was pretty futile.

that black streak left of the expanded portion is a whale!
or maybe it is Nessie

I directed Sam and Raquel up a better way and then we rejoined and headed up the trail to the cross. I was hoping there was another path down to the cape point, but that was not the case. By now we were well past the turnaround time to hit the river crossing at a similar water level (assuming my guess about the low tide time was correct) but we decided we had come this far...

The trail up to the cross was mostly pretty good. It was wet and muddy but fairly firm - you didn´t sink in as much as on most of the trails. I think maybe it sees more traffic with people coming in by boat. There were ropes and some steep metal steps as well as a number of portraits of Christ - stations of the cross? As we headed up the visibility decreased and the rain and wind increased. At least we were climbing up and generating heat. Finally we got to the top where there is a massive cross erected in honor of a Pope´s visit to Chile (and to replace the previous crosses destroyed by the weather). Unfortunately the view was mostly of cloud, rain, and mist. We did get one surprising window of blue sky, but the rain never stopped and sometimes we were completely surrounded by cloud. I think on a clear day the views would be spectacular, although with the conditions we got it really did feel like the end of the world. We took some pics and headed down before we got any colder.

Sam and the cross
note the little blue dot at the base is Raquel for scale

panorama at the top, Atlantic on the left, Pacific on the right

Sam makes a splash on the descent

Once again I would have liked to go faster as I was envisioning the bone chilling wade getting deeper and deeper the longer we took. We probably did get back a little faster, but not much because the rain was stronger and the tide was coming in. This made some of the rocky shore bits a bit more exciting trying to pass the low spots between waves. Finally we got back around 1550. Luckily we were able to jog the bit of beach before this to generate a bit of warmth. We had marked the spot we wanted to cross so we didn´t have to guess where to go. It looked cold and deep, but at least the waves weren´t getting this far up the river. I stripped off my pants that were only somewhat damp and also my one waterproof sock and then put my rainpants back on. Then Raquel got on my shoulders and I followed Sam across. Halfway across we stopped to dig my camera out of my pocket for documentation. It got to belly deep at the worst and I tried to pull up my shirt and Raquel had to lift her feet. Then mercifully we were done and able to run back to camp for some warm food and dryish clothes. The speed of the Jet Boil stove was particularly appreciated. It wasn´t even raining anymore, which made packing up camp a whole lot more pleasant. We could even see a few sunny places on the other side of the strait.

oooh, we hit the critical depth

We weren´t done for the day though. We still had a long crossing through the woods to make before it got dark. Well, we hoped we would make it before dark. It was reasonably light when we got there, but as soon as we got into the woods it was pretty dark. We did a decent job following the trail until it disappeared into an area where a number of trees had fallen down. Out came the either too dim or too bright lights and we cast about for a while until we eventually found the trail. Then we had a section of beach back to the next river crossing. Once again the tide was up and we set up camp, had our last 2 hot meals, and went to bed, setting the alarm for 0200 for another low tide night crossing. It was nice that it was not raining, but the clearing weather brought dropping temperatures. Despite having supposedly 0 degree C bags and wearing a fair bit of mostly dry clothes, it was cold. It was only about 8 degrees C, but perhaps with our light rations and long hours in the rain we just weren´t generating much heat anymore.

It wasn´t any warmer when we got up at 2 am, but at least the water was lower. It was still dropping, but we were ready to go. Despite crossing the previous night we weren´t sure exactly where the best place was and once in the water it kept getting deeper and deeper. Luckily it was a little shallower on the side where Sam was and we headed farther out to sea towards the sandbar. The water went up to my thighs, but didn´t get my severely pulled up pants wet. Then we just continued on down the beach without stopping in the hopes that we would begin to generate heat. Before the next camp my headlamp batteries ran out. Luckily my steri-pen water purifier has a flashlight function too. We camped at the start of the long trail for a few more hours.

home sweet home - the hoopla 4

sunrise over the Strait of Magellan

We got up at 0700 and headed off up the trail. Luckily it headed uphill soon and we were able to generate much appreciated heat. Even more appreciated was the fact that not only was it not raining, but it was a genuinely nice day. The hiking was pleasant, the views spectacular, and the tide was low. We even stopped to take acro pictures at a number of locations. By the time we got to the San Isidro lighthouse we were ready to be done walking, but we still had a long way to go. We stopped to dry our feet and have a little break which was pretty wonderful until we had to start moving again and our first few steps felt like all the bones in our feet were broken.

Sam tees off on the turbal

trail with logs and mini trees

Sam practices his superhero acro with Raquel

more scenic acro action - too bad the wind picked up and ruined my reflection

Mount Sarmiento

Blackish Oystercatcher

it gets windy here sometimes

It was a nice day - panoramic across the strait

There was one couple ahead of us and despite what we thought was a good pace, we were barely gaining on them. Then we turned around and saw the group we had met earlier gaining on us. Not only were they coming on like we were standing still and this was with packs that were probably 3 times our packs weight. There might be something to bringing enough food and clothing after all. It turns out that they tried to cross the river before we did and decided to turn back - probably wisely.

The road portion of the hike seemed to take forever despite being only about 10 k. We passed the sign saying it was 32 k to the cape - really more like 42. We got to the place the bus stops around 1720 which meant about 2 hours to wait for the bus (which was a bit over 20 minutes late). At least we were dry and it was sunny - at first. After an hour of drying things off the clouds came and the wind picked up and some rain threatened. Once again we were cold, but not as cold as after the Mount Tarn hike. Still, we were mighty glad to get on the bus and even more happy to get a 2 course hot meal inside us. Pasta and then fried potatoes. It felt like we were gone for a lot longer than 3 days. Perhaps that is from sleeping and getting up 4 times in 2 nights. In a way it was more of an adventure race than the actual Patagonia Expedition Race for us.

fuchsia grows wild here (Fuchsia magellanica)

I learned a number of things on this trip. Always bring spare batteries and or a spare light and more food. I also inadvertantly brought one lizard waterproof sock and one arm warmer that I suppose looks somewhat like one when packing. This was unfortunate for my feet, but good for gear testing. After hiking all day in the rain both feet felt wet, but the one with the Lizard sock over a drymax sock was only damp and the other with a wool sock was soaked. By the end of the third day one foot looked all white and puffy and the one with the Lizard sock looked only slightly swollen. I was even preferentially stepping into the water with that foot as long as I didn´t think it would be deep enough to come into the top. My Kokatat hat worked brilliantly, especially on the day I wasn´t carrying a pack. It kept my head dry and also kept water from going down my neck. Rain pants were also a very handy item to have even though my ultralight breathable ones did eventually get wet inside during the driving rain, it was only somewhat wet and still fairly warm. They also helped immensely for the waist deep water crossing. We also should have done a bit more research on this hike. It is generally done in 4 plus days, and we figured that we could do better than that, but waiting for the low tide for river crossings was a bit more of a constraint on the schedule than we thought. We should have brought one of the packrafts. There was also more slow slippery rocks and less mellow beach walking than we expected. Still, it was good training and a memorable if not always pleasant trip.

my right foot (on the left) had the lizard waterproof sock on

Biking to the Penguins (and other birds)

Yesterday we (Sam, Raquel, and I) biked from Punta Arenas to go see the penguins. This was a bit of a gamble as we were told there might not be any there, but we went anyway. The dirt road up over a big hill into the wind and rain was tedious, but probably good training for the race had just competed in. One nice thing was that because of some gates and a washout there wasn't any vehicular traffic. It was around 40-45 km to get there and then an entrance station and a walk along a boardwalk. Finally we saw the penguins on the beach. There were 39 there as well as another 3 inland we saw. I think it is the tail end of their time here on land. Mostly they seemed to be sleeping, but from time to time one would go into the water or preen and shake. They seem pretty ungainly on land. We also saw some other bird life, geese, hawks, caracara, rhea, condors, and numerous others. Some fairly close and relatively patient, others a long way off or more skittish.

Penguins (of the magellenic variety)

Penguin about to go into a  hole

Caracara

Condor

Rhea

acro yoga pics on an old bus

more fun on the bus

The ride back was a little quicker due to a tailwind. We stopped to take acro yoga pictures on an old bus. We were all glad to get off the bikes and eat some food when we were done.

Patagonian Expedition Race

Well, we were ready for the midnight start on bicycles, but almost immediately the team got split up and by the time we were together we had lost the lead group. We continued on through the dark near some other teams ´til a flat tire put us in the back. The fix was complicated by the fact that it was a tubeless tire and we couldn´t get the valve stem out easily. Back on the bikes we forged on, eventually passing one team. The km were sort of like monopoly miles. We had 108 total to go. Things got rougher around twilight as we started up a series of hills. We were going too slowly. As dawn broke and we neared the park entrance the view was spectacular, but we needed to pick up the pace if we were to make the 8:30 cutoff. We started towing on the levels and slight grades and managed to pick up our pace to where we would probably make the cutoff, but at the cost of our legs. With about 20 minutes left it looked like we would make it when Taz bonked. I stopped to help draft him, but he was too unsteady. With the tow rope we were back up to a ¨barely make it¨pace when we hit a hill. We walked the bikes up as fast as we could. I was almost cramping up. Then a nice downhill and a level run to the checkpoint that was 1.4 km farther than my bike odometer suggested. Taz asked if we could slow down, but the answer was an emphatic NO. We made it to the checkpoint with 57 seconds to spare. Then Sam and I collapsed into useless heaps.

The transition took just over an hour and with some food Taz had recovered. We loaded up the packs and set off up the trail. The first 13 or 14 km were on a trail and then we headed cross country with a stream crossing and some scrambling before we got to checkpoint 2 with a whopping 38 minutes to spare. There we strapped on our crampons and headed out onto the glacier. This was a 10 km crossing (this was just on a tongue of the great southern ice field, but it was still massive). When we started weaving around crevasses we were going much farther. Then we hit a more smooth patch and made good time. Unfortunately it was also getting dark, and starting to rain, and the wind was picking up. Some gusts were strong enough to knock us off balance - I am guessing up to 60 mph. As we neared checkpoint 3 we hit a very broken and jumbled area of the glacier and had to turn back repeatedly. We saw a flashing light at the checkpoint but were unable to head towards it because of the jumbled ice. Eventually we lost sight of it either because of lower visibility or the geometry of the glacier. A little after 11 when the cutoff for pc3 was (that we probably could have continued on even if we missed) we joined up with a Chilean team and found a sheltered spot (which was unfortunately very wet). We set up the Chileans 3/4 man tent with some ice screws to anchor it down on a spot that we slightly leveled and trenched with our crampons. Then we all piled in except for me. I was stuck outside heating water with a jetboil (which worked like a champ) for both our Alpine Aire meals and the dehydrated food the Chileans had. Getting out of the wind and outside of some warm food was a big morale boost. As the last one in I didn´t get much room, in fact it was one of the least comfortable nights of my life, but it wasn´t too cold and I survived.

a slightly worried looking Taz in front of our camp the next morning

The next morning we wandered around the jumbled ice to a number of dead ends before deciding to head down the clearer ice in the center of the glacier farther south and then turn to the checkpoint. This was a good plan, and we saw others walking towards us. It turns out this was all the people  at cp3 as well as the teams that made it there that morning and were heading back. We were within 20 minutes of it at that point when we turned back for another 5 plus hour trek across the ice. It was really cool and impressive, but we were ready to be off it.

Back off the ice we proceeded back down to the river crossing where we camped that night. More hot food and 9 plus hours fully horizontal on our klymit mats made a big improvement in our energy level. I was starting to become a zombie before that.

After a slow morning we crossed the river, enjoyed the rainbows but not the rain, and hiked back to the cp1. On the way we detoured to Pingo Falls which  was pretty impressive.  Back at cp1 we waited for a number of hours. Then we waited some more. At 9 we got onto a bus that took us to a Chilean Army base where we took over a barracks room. By the time I got to the gang shower it wasn´t really warm enough but after I dried and warmed back up it was nice. Then I got another good number of horizontal hours. I think I fell asleep with the lights on and a bunch of people speaking Spanish.

The next morning we packed up and walked to the end of the drive where we were picked up by a bus that took us back to Punta Arenas.

It was an awful lot of effort, time, and expense for 24 hours of racing. By the time we got back to Punta Arenas the 11 teams had been whittled down to 3 still going. We obviously needed to be faster, but even so, Sam thought the cutoff pace was much faster than the previous years.

You can read another account of our race here with some pics:

http://yogaslackers.blogspot.com/2013/03/how-exploding-tires-and-gravel-roads.html

http://yogaslackers.blogspot.com/2013/03/the-trek-to-magnificent-glacier-and.html

http://yogaslackers.blogspot.com/2013/03/sleeping-on-ice.html

There are also a heap of pics on facebook here:

https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.317735468329192.1073741829.231825653586841&type=3

It doesn´t look like you need to log in to see those pics.

later: I finally got my race trip report mostly finished:

http://www.electricant.net/grundyman/per2013.html

Morituri te salutamus

If I remember my Latin correctly, that is what the gladiators said before the games. (we who are about to die salute you). That is how I feel now. I got a good night's sleep, the food is packed, most of our stuff is ready, we get a last supper tonight, then at midnight we start from Puerto Natales with a 108 km bike ride. Then is is ON for the next 10 days (or less if we finish early or drop out). 701 km total, 288 are trekking/bushwhacking, 66 via sea kayak, and the rest are biking (I think).

Our location should be trackable on the Yogaslackers Adventure page...

http://www.yogaslackers.com/adventures/2013-the-patagonian-expedition-race

There should also be a delorme link somewhere and the patagonian expedition race page - and their facebook page which is more likely to have some updates and pictures.

http://share.delorme.com/patagonianexpeditionrace

We should be yoga2. the other yogaslacker team is yoga1, you can see how much faster they are than us.

http://www.patagonianexpeditionrace.com/

https://www.facebook.com/PatagonianExpeditionRace

Also Taz made a facebook page for Team 4 Continents...

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Team-Four-Continents/171910019496323

Sorry this isn't a better post with pics etc. But I am working off of someone else's computer with limited time.

Hopefully I can have a complete write up after all the suffering is over.

Wish us luck.

Packing for Patagonia

It has been a busy week plus. First I packed up at home and then to the OR show in Salt Lake City. There we tried to get all the last minute gear and food we could - mostly successfully. Then we sorted and packed and built bike boxes and ordered last minute things we hadn't gotten yet. The bike boxes were a bit of an experiment. We built them with 3 mil corrugated plastic, gorilla tape, velcro, some hardware... We made it so both bikes could fit inside one box nested in the other. Then for the race we will have a bike in each box without having much assembly and dismantling which should speed things up a bit we hope. It is a cool material, but our boxes are definitely somewhat experimental.

Things were pretty crazy. We got our last shipment of stuff around 5 pm and were planning on heading out at 9. However we were running on YogaSlacker time and didn't get out 'til after 10. At the airport we got all our boxes checked in - for the bike box coffin they thought it was overweight (it was, but only a few pounds, not 20) and they wanted to charge us an extra $75 beyond the $150 bike fee. The check in guy re-read the rules and we passed. They also thought it was way too big, but it was within 1/2 an inch or so. A few pounds over covered almost all our bags - I think one was 49 lbs and the others were 51 or 52 lbs. I won't even go into our 55 lb carry on bags. The flight was 12:50, so we actually had time, and managed to get onto the flight standby. On the way we were able to send out our location with the DeLorme inReach satellite communicator. It is pretty slick.

In Atlanta we rushed to international terminal to check in, then a friend picked us up so we could sleep at her place before the evening flight. I think it might be easier to actually sleep at night and be awake during the day.

Hopefully tonight we can get on our way down to Santiago.


LATER

We did get on the flight to Santiago that night. I even got in first class, which is a very civilized way to travel. Now we are in Santiago visiting with Jorge and Catalina and trying to figure out how we are going to get to Punta Arenas - either buying a car and driving or shipping our gear and flying or taking a bus. I think the logistics of getting all our gear together and to the race might be more of an adventure than the race itself... Of course I haven't done the race yet, so I could be very very wrong.