Arriving in Ushuaia (Drive day 238: Feb 22nd, 2004)
I feel particularly victorious after navigating Route 3 as driver, not passenger – Gary’s hand is still too swollen to grip a steering wheel. I give all credit to Difunta Corea for protecting our Ford since I took over the driving. She is just as popular this far south as she is where her body was discovered in the northwestern desert – down here her roadside shrines seem excessively concerned with thirst but who am I to judge?
I do not ask Difunta for more luck than I deserve, however. As you can see from the photograph I did not back into our spot at tonight’s campground; my confidence does not extend to a rearview windowless maneuver overlooking the end of the world.
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