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Lago Lacar, Argentina. Had some coffee this morning then walked...



Lago Lacar, Argentina. Had some coffee this morning then walked out of our little hostel straight into the woods, busted through some spider webs, climbed some rocks, and found the lake. Hello land of my longings.



#oregontopatagonia #lagolacar #argentina #adecentratioofphotoswithmeinthemsoyalldontforgetwhatilooklike #dontforgetme #help (at Ruta de los 7 Lagos.)

And so it’s hitting me. The wine and the realization that...



And so it's hitting me. The wine and the realization that I am in Patagonia. I still have a thousand miles to go until I reach the end: Torres del Paine in Chile. But I'm here, out of the desert, in the pine trees and drinking wine on this glacial lake in the Andes of Argentina. My hat's beat up and my legs have scars from my bike chain. I'm not done, I've got some of the best ahead of me yet... but I'm so glad I'm here. Patagonia you are beautiful. #oregontopatagonia #thefinalchapter (at San Martin De Los Andes Cafe Deli)

All the houses look this way. The land is naked but for short...



All the houses look this way. The land is naked but for short thorny knots of plants that can hang on in spite of the wind. And every ten or twenty miles, you see a home, shielded by trees clustered like an army's front line.



The land looked like this for hundreds of miles until today, we crested a hill, and suddenly the world changed into mountainscape heaven. Those pics will come later.



#oregontopatagonia #argentina #patagonia

There is nothing on earth like the wind across the treeless...



There is nothing on earth like the wind across the treeless mesas of northern Patagonia. And now, nowhere to hide from it for the night.



There is a loveliness in no longer being able to do something without help. We found a small farm house protected by hand cut tree bark and a few deeply bowing trees. This man and his son came outside to inspect their odd looking visitors, possibly the first visitors they'd ever had. I can't tell you how small this man is, only a foot taller than his young son. I said in broken Spanish: 'because of wind and rain we need a place to camp, maybe near your house?' He lead us to his garage and said we could camp there, in total shelter. We were exhausted and grateful and before we even had our tents off our bikes he was outside delivering fresh and warm pastries to us. I have no idea how he had these ready but by some miracle they were as fresh as anything could be. His little boy stood right beside us as we ate and set up and said nothing and stared.



We had a perfect night, playing soccer with his sons and drinking mat'e.



As we walked our bikes to the road the next morning, this man, with his son on his lap, came chasing after us on a tiny rickety bicycle. Panting, he reached us and handed us the biggest warmest bag of fresh donuts I've ever eaten.

#oregontopatagonia #argentina (at Junin de Los Andes)

The winds of the desert here are like fate. If you are going the...



The winds of the desert here are like fate. If you are going the direction they are, you are lifted and pushed with such ease and delight, you fly through miles and miles without lifting a muscle. If, God forbid, you wish to go against the wind, you are slammed to a halt or a painful exhausting crawl with shrieking slaps across your face.



There's a life lesson in there somewhere.



We biked with the wind for most of the day, making incredible progress. As the sun set, we found our only hope, a narrow dry riverbed canyon. We climbed down and found some protection. We lit a fire and felt ten thousand years old.



#oregontopatagonia #argentina #patagonia (at Hotel Pehu'en)

Big sky sunsets in gaucho country. We tucked our tents in the...



Big sky sunsets in gaucho country. We tucked our tents in the short desert shrubs to hide as best we could. We went for a walk at sunset and the cowboys from the rugged ranch noticed the strangers far off in the field. As we got back to our tents we saw eight gauchos on horseback racing across the valley to investigate the intruders. We ducked into the tents hoping they wouldn't see us. In minutes, we heard loud hooves on the rocks and dogs sniffing the trail. Being hunted by men on horseback is terrifying. The dogs found us first. They erupted into frantic barking and the cowboy rounded the bushes to see us. His horse was breathing heavily. He was holding his five year old daughter in his lap. She was dressed entirely in pink. He said, in Spanish of course, 'good evening friends, you can camp by my house if you like, it's nicer.'



I don't remember how I responded. But he chuckled.



And so, the horseback hunter became our guardian friend. So it is in the Argentine outback.

#OregonToPatagonia #argentina #thenorthernedgeofPatagonia

Exhausted muscles, no towns whatsoever for 3 days, hilariously...



Exhausted muscles, no towns whatsoever for 3 days, hilariously shaped sunburns, desert camping, headwinds, hitch hiking over gravel and sand, and snowy volcanos. I am exhausted, and can't believe I've found a bed and a little sip of internet. Have you ever been dehydrated and found a box of cold orange juice at the mini market... It has to be better than finding the holy grail. #OregontoPatagonia #ruta40 #chosmalal (at La Quimera Ruta 40)

A hundred and thirty kilometers ago, we met a guy at a truck...



A hundred and thirty kilometers ago, we met a guy at a truck stop. He was rugged and a carpenter. He lived in the small town we were headed to. When we arrived, we tiredly slogged into a random restaurant for dinner and there he was, happy to see us. Immediately he started making plans for us. 'Tomorrow I cook you bar-b-q and we go see the, how you say? The feet of dinosaurios. Is amayysinng.'



Today, we ate our weight in meat, then drove in his truck 45 minutes down dirt roads straight into the mountains. We came upon a rocky dry river bed shifted up into the hillside by a million years. He said 'these feet has just been found five years ago. Soon they will be a museum. But no one knows yet, no one is here, so now, we can go and touch the steps of dinosaurios. Is amayssingg.' And so we did and it was.



#oregontopatagonia #argentina (at Malarg"ue)

Exactly one year ago today I had just crossed from San Diego...



Exactly one year ago today I had just crossed from San Diego into Mexico. Phillip and I made it to Ensenada and stumbled upon this coffee shop. We stayed a week and spent so many hours in this place, reading, writing, practicing our hilariously pathetic Spanish. That was one year ago. Whoa. I have been with this bicycle for so long. I have been in Latin America for so long, moving from town to town. Sometimes it hits me in my guts. I am too full. How many of you have been following this journey with me for that long? Crazy. #oregontopatagonia #mexico #tbt #oneyear #twomoremonthsleft

A baby canyon next to the road. See the road in the right...



A baby canyon next to the road. See the road in the right corner? Truckers passed us all night and had no idea that just a few feet out of sight, in this true middle-of-nowhere tundra, three Americans were huddled in their tents, drinking wine and watching HBO's John Adams. #oregontopatagonia #hiddencamping #hbogognarly #doublepostinglikearookieoryourauntwhodoesntgetinstagramandjustvisitedLondon (at Malarg"ue)

We left San Rafael with a warning: you won’t see anything...



We left San Rafael with a warning: you won't see anything for 2-3 days travel, nothing, no water or people or civilization. So we stocked up on liquid and food and a bottle of wine. We rode and rode across a barren beautiful wild expanse that is as remote a place as I have ever seen. I had to squint to even see the multitude of wild horses that populate the giantness. We found a tiny canyon next to the road to camp and hide, and for sunset, we ate fruit and sandwiches and drank a bottle of wine on top of this alien contraption. It was the only man made thing as far as the horizon. We slept like babies, slightly drunk and happy babies.



(ps my two friends have joined up with me until Bariloche, @homeiswhereyouparkerit and @rbargeiv) #OregontoPatagonia #argentina (at Malarg"ue)

The size of Argentina is too cinematic. Biked 100km today and...



The size of Argentina is too cinematic. Biked 100km today and saw not one shred of civilization from waking up until now, where I am shoveling ice cream into my mouth like dog stealing pizza from the counter. Work and reward. In our comfort obsessed world, we forget the elation that comes from exhaustive physical work and the food that follows it. The ravenous food we eat because we deserve it. Surfers know this. Athletes know this. Now I know it. #OregonToPatagonia #argentina (at Plaza San Martin)

After so many weeks off the bike waiting for spring… I am...



After so many weeks off the bike waiting for spring... I am back. My butt hurts anew. The mountains are sending snowmelt to the rivers, and the edge of Patagonia is only a month away. It'll be almost nonstop biking from here on out. The final stretch, but a very long one. Over 2,000 miles. #OregonToPatagonia #route40 #argentina (at Plaza Tunuyan.)

I love looking back on photos of my parents. This is my dad in...



I love looking back on photos of my parents. This is my dad in his twenties, walking across America with his dog Cooper. When we're young we so often fight the similarities we share with our parents, for some odd leave-the-nest biological reason sewn into our blood. But as we get older, if our parents didn't injure us too bad as to blind us, we start to cherish those similarities and emulate them with pride. My mom and dad are legends. Imperfect and lovely. I love that and I love them.



Tomorrow I am back on the bike full time. I've waited a month for spring to arrive, and it's here. Time to get back to the backroads. #OregonToPatagonia #argentina

I spent the day with Luis Moreno Ocampo. For me, he was my first...



I spent the day with Luis Moreno Ocampo. For me, he was my first experience of Argentina. I met him while working at Invisible Children, when he was the Chief Prosecutor for the International Criminal Court. He was in charge of pursuing the worst criminals in the world, Joseph Kony, Muammar Gaddafi, Bosco Ntaganda, and more. Those heads of state and murderous organizations killing masses of people. He doesn't just study history, he makes it. He first entered the world stage as a head prosecutor of the Argentinian dictatorship during the 80s. We walked all around the city discussing genocide, youth movements, rebellion, technology, Hong Kong, Nuremberg, Nixon, Margaret Thatcher, all of it. These conversations were mixed with a trip to the modern art museum and a walk through the Japanese garden. My brain is full and I have a renewed and total belief that we are in the midst of an incredible generational shift to global citizenship. What a mentor. What a time to be alive. #oregontopatagonia #buenosaires #icc @invisiblechildren (at Ciudad De Buenos Aires)

I went to Uruguay today on a boat. For just the day. Walked...



I went to Uruguay today on a boat. For just the day. Walked around. Ate and drank. And came back to Buenos Aires after the sunset over the widest river in the world: 140 miles across, spilling brown water to the sea. Another stamp in the old passport. And more sore feet from walking down every road. #OregonToPatagonia #uruguay #colonia

The most common question I get about my trip is ‘why are...



The most common question I get about my trip is 'why are you doing this?' They usually think I crave adventure and hated my job, or rejected capitalism or America and the hustle. But no it's not that. It was because of two ideas that I read. One was from Malcolm Gladwell's book Outliers. He studied what makes people extraordinary. Like Bill Gates, the Beatles, etc. He came up with a catchy theory: 10,000 hours. If you do anything for 10,000 hours, you will become an expert in that thing. That seemed to be a common denominator in the subjects of Gladwell's book. Of course it's a catchy theory and probably not entirely true, but it certainly got me thinking: what would my 10,000 hours be? What would I dedicate myself to? And my answer was writing. That realization changed my life. I knew I had to get busy about the business of my calling. Then I read a quote, often attributed to ol' Benji Franklin. "Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing." That was it. I knew I had to do both. That was all when I was 27. And here I am four years and three tattoos later in Buenos Aires chasing it all down. #OregonToPatagonia #tenthousandhours

"So where is this restaurant again?" "You go to the flower shop...



"So where is this restaurant again?"



"You go to the flower shop on Arroyo. It's a beautiful flower and wine store. Walk in and you'll make eye contact with a pretty girl behind the counter. She will know you're not there for flowers. She will lead you over to the flower freezer, pull the lever and open the door, and inside there are no flowers. Just a staircase. You descend into the basement and it is a long underground tunnel. There you will find the bar with the best cocktails in the city and damn good food."



#OregonToPatagonia #buenosaires (at La Floreria Atl'antico)

Hair club for friendly men. #ceo #alsoaclient #OregonToPatagonia...



Hair club for friendly men. #ceo #alsoaclient #OregonToPatagonia #buenosaires

So my first insta-meetup went well. No one was murdered. Zero...



So my first insta-meetup went well. No one was murdered. Zero murders. #OregonToPatagonia #buenosaires #argentina

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My name is Jedidiah Jenkins, and I am on a bike trip from Florence, Oregon to Patagonia. I'll be gone from August 2013 - December 2014. Back in the 70's, my parents walked across America in search of themselves and the country they called home. My friend Phillip Crosby and I are doing the same, but all the way down to the bottom of the earth.

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