It is impossible to over-describe the colors of this landscape. The mountains are somehow more resplendent than the altiplano of Bolivia, speckled with cheery yellow wildflowers. The light that shines through banks of fog is iridescent celadon. The roads are almost as miserable as Bolivia’s at times, but truckers here honk before every hairpin turn to warn approaching drivers. In one day we dodge foxes, mountain goats, wild llamas and domesticated sheep. Between cities the campgrounds are DIY—and we heat day-old empanadas on the engine block.
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