A remote treasure of a road trip, the Carretera Austral (southern highway) or Route 7 runs south over 1200 km from Puerto Montt to Villa O’Higgins, Chile. This is the wild and adventurous sister of Route 40 in Argentina. This is pure Patagonia and the only herds we saw were sheep and guanaco, not tourists. A magnificent web of seas, lakes, rivers, mountains, glaciers, green marshes, pampas and jungle provide a natural boundary between northern Patagonia and everywhere else. The road built during Pinochet’s years in the 1980s linked these isolated regions but make no mistake, this is out there. It is unwise to rush in this part of the world whose rhythm is determined by the weather. In this nowhere land beyond the Lakes District, self-sufficient locals know not to fret over delayed ferries, and washed out roads. For us the chance to explore this twisted treasure of pavement, gravel, muddy stretches and ferry boat rides was a path of unrelenting beauty on an unforgettable stretch of Chile.


Work on the road is unending.
The machinery takes a beating.


We rented a cozy little cabana during a rainy spell and got some laundry done.
The town of Puyuhuapi is located on this tranquil inlet connected to the ocean over 100 miles away-and it has tides.
It’s spring in Patagonia!



Temperate rain forest lush and green
These giant leaves are wild rhubarb!
Cerro Castillo, along the carretera.


Gaucho along one of the finished sections of highway
The further south in Patagonia the more astounding the landscapes!
Glacier fed lakes in a range of saturated blues.
The Catedrales de Marmol (cathedrals of marble) were carved on the shores of Lago General Carrera by millennia of wind and erosion.




Mesmerizing and hard to edit
Road block on the Carretera Austral
This gauchito takes his work very seriously. Note the fur chaps he’s rocking, one white and one black.


A lone Guanaco (wild llama) above the carretera

Immersion in wild road trips such as this are life changing and I couldn’t help but recall a childhood memory of a similar experience. In 1967, my parents Doris and Norman along with my sister Joy and I ventured on a road trip along the Alaskan Highway. Constructed during World War II to connect the lower 48 with Alaska, the ALKAN Highway was not paved at that time. Over the years it was paved just as the Carretera Austral has been losing its rough edges during recent years. Somehow I’m happy I have memories of both in their less than perfect states of repair. I’ll always remember that moose jumping in front of our truck in Alaska as my dad braked, leaving a cloud of dust in our wake as I will always remember the Guanaco herds lingering too close for comfort along the rutty roadside of the Austral. If this kind of thing appeals to you, go now and log a memory in your remember when file.

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