Ushuaia was slowly being blanketed in snow when we arrived, so we decided to rent a room rather than find a campground (genius, eh?) We stayed in a quaint B&B where Orlando made us feel at home. Although I felt a little awkward walking between him and his TV in order to use the bathroom, but he assured me it was fine. For breakfast he served tea and bread with dulce de leche (spreadable caramel - yum). Dulce de leche is a staple here in Argentina, supermarkets have shelves full of different brands. He explained that Tierra del Fuego isn’t the end of the earth, it’s the beginning… it’s all in how you look at it.
We had a couple gorgeous, sunny days to explore the city. There were a few people walking around with casts on their legs and arms, we thought it prudent to negotiate the steep, icy sidewalks very carefully. Can’t imagine what it’s like in the middle of winter.
Also carefully, we attempted ice skating. We don’t want to break any bones so far from home. I usually do pretty well when it comes to balance, but I felt wobbly (to say the least). It took us a while to figure out that the skates are different from when we were kids. The blades are short and curved, that’s why we had such a hard time and felt like we were going to fall any second… yeah, that’s it.
Blessed with a wind-free morning, we took full advantage and went up to Martial Glacier. Just a few miles from the city center, a short chair lift ride and a little hiking in the freshly fallen snow brought us to winter wonderland. It’s the most snow we’ve seen on our whole trip and it was warm enough for a picnic, snowball fights, snow angel, skiing (in hiking boots), and lots of fun.
It was a perfect way to spend the last day of winter.
Occasional snowflakes were falling the morning we left for Ushuaia (the southernmost city in the world). I didn't realize how snowy it would be on the mountain pass, I’m glad Steve’s such a safe driver. I probably wouldn’t be on this trip otherwise.