Without fanfare, one chapter necesarily leads to another; and this journey continues on. For three years plus, I moored to steady employment. The familiarity and sparse comfort of my erstwhile drifting abode will now be religated to mere memory. I am much fatigued. The lombard injury constantly gnaws at my spirits, and each muscle feels attenuated from disuse; my mind is noticeably blunted for lack of intellectual persuit and challenges; but financial security that I’d oft times been remissed on is closer at hand. Time will tell if the sacrifice was worthwhile.
After 14 hr delay in Santiago (unable to leave the airport, but just the same, too fatigued to venture forth) I am now enroute to Buenos Aires to connect to El Calafate. At sunset, the flight path crossed over the Andes and one can almost feel the Attacamas desocating the peaks below from the slight turbulance. The moon escorts our journey with each passing mile… come tomorrow, the adventures in the pristine remote southern landscape begins.