After a few days at the hostel in Bariloche, it was time to backtrack. I had a day’s ride back around the lake to Villa La Angostura,...

I arrived in San Martín de Los Andes a shell of my former self. Just kidding. It wasn’t really that dramatic, but I was tired and...

So. Ruta 40. My wayward journey. I woke up in Ranquil Norte with sore arms. I guess I put some real upper body effort into controlling my...

Do you ever have things in your life that don’t really go the way you imagined? Like, maybe you’ve always been a dog person but you...

“I will cross the Andes on a bicycle,” I said. “It will be fun,” I said. So I did cross the Andes, and it was (mostly) fun, but I did not...