We drove along the Strait of Magellan to where we would load Seymour onto yet another ferry, to make our way to Tierra del Fuego. Strait of Magellan, Tierra del Fuego…..names that I had read about in history class so many years ago, but that my teenage self never, ever would have imagined having the opportunity to visit. It was a bit surreal.
The Strait of MagellanAfter a two hour wait we finally loaded.
After a night in a wind protected camping spot on the island which is split in half by the Chile/Argentina border, we visited a King Penguin reserve.
Beautiful, colourful birds. There were about 150 birds here. Note the fuzzy dark chicks in the photo.These four were all alone on another part of the beach.The cold waves of the Strait of Magellan.
We decided we would drive south on the Chilean side of the island before crossing again into Argentina, where the road would lead us to Ushuaia.
Canadian Beavers were introduced to Tierra del Fuego, just before beaver fur top hats fell out of fashion. The rodents are now considered a pest and cause a lot of damage to the native trees. We parked here for the night…..Lago Fagnano.We continued a few more kilometres down this road the next morning.Piper enjoying sunrise.The end of the road on the Chilean side of Tierra del Fuego….the government is building more road in an attempt to lure tourists from the Argentina side of the island.An abandoned estancia home….…and an occupied one. There are huge sheep ranches on the island.A blurry photo through the windshield of guanaco jumping the fence.Along the coast of Tierra del Fuego.
We awoke early the next morning, prepared for a remote border crossing into Argentina, and for our arrival in Ushuaia.
