Day 58 El Calafate to Rio Grande, Tierra del Fuego

We rode through the cold morning across the open plains of Argentina with one goal in mind, to reach the "Fin del Mundo" aka the end of the world. While stepping foot on the island of Teirra del Fuego would have technically met out goal, we had come too far to not keep riding south until we ran out of road. This is easier said than done, besides 300 miles of partially paved roads, the island is split by both Argentina and Chile. In order to get to the bottom you must cross into Chile, catch a ferry across the Straight of Magellan, and then cross another border back into Argentina. As the ferry landed on to the island, there was nothing but gravel roads, heavy winds, and rain to greet us, but we had made it. The weather turned for the worse and daylight began to slip away, so we had to keep moving. It wasn't too much father that we realized that this island was not a very forgiving place and that reaching the bottom was going to be too far in these conditions. We made it to the city of Rio Grande and called it a day.