The “Cloud Forest Road” is a narrow but mostly beautifully paved path. Basically the width of 1 decent lane, but striped as though it were a
regular sized road, it reminded me of the golf cart and bicycle paths found so often in planned communities. Where there are clouds, there can also be rain. Although it did not rain during the day, there must have been rain in the mountains last night and it was now flowing across the road. With all my newly attained experience, today’s 3 water crossings were a piece of cake.
Salta, a major city through which we rode, featured the largest armadillo that I have ever seen. With the ridiculously congested roads in town, I’m surprised that they did not show the armadillo in a “road kill” position.
As we neared Purmamarca, we began to see the variegated colors found
in the mountains for which the area is famous. Villa 103 at La Comarca was my home for the night. With the altitude now over 8K ft, it seemed appropriate to try my first alpaca stew. It was delicious and did not taste like chicken.
From the seafood in Ushuaia to the steaks from the estancias, and even the alpaca here in the north, the food of Argentina has been a wonderful part of my experience. Don’t cry for me Argentina– I’ll be back.
8-Feb Cafayate to Purmamarca 215 miles
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