The landscape opens up the farther south, toward Patagonia. Trees and mountain lakes give way to vast expanses of wind and wonder.
It is sparse, yes, but strangely beautiful too. On the long stretches of driving that the guidebooks shudder to mention for the monotony, we find freedom unparalleled. If I could fill my life with paintings of the way the land arches to meet the convergence of clouds in an Argentinean steppe, I would never need windows.
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