A Cowboy at the End of the World: Perceptive Travel — February 2015.
There was no trail.
Only mountains reaching over a vast, desolate landscape; trees and tall grasses that broke through the snow; rocky cliffs that overlooked the estancias (ranches) of Chilean Patagonia. We saw no other people as we followed our baqueano, or cowboy, on horseback across the rugged terrain.
It was this complete isolation, the wild and wide-open spaces that first captured my attention when I arrived in Patagonia two days before. I’m a Texas girl, used to large expanses of topography. But the completely untamed feel of this place on the road to the end of the world was unlike anything I had experienced elsewhere.
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