Run 2:10:00 [3] 24.0 km (5:25 / km)
This time, the day started with good news from home in the form of the Victorian election result (which was not quite finalised by the time I set out, but was all but certain).
Headed out a bit before 8; unusually for this trip, after breakfast (most places I've stayed don't start breakfast until too late for this to be an option so I've been running on bananas or muesli bars, but here they start at 6, I think because the flights out of here leave early). Original plan was to climb up onto the range behind town - perhaps the first proper Six Foot training run - but the track up there (marked as a road on a map I'd seen) had a "private property" sign at the start so instead I stayed on the road running southwest along the base of the scarp, which meant a smaller climb, peaking at around 500 metres instead of 700-800 (from a base of 180). Excellent conditions, with temperatures around 6-8 and light winds by local standards.
The first few kilometres getting out of town felt reasonably mundane, apart from seeing the local hoons in action (memo: despite its favourable weight properties in the power-to-weight ratio, a rusted-out Fiat Uno is not really the vehicle you want for street racing). Picked up once I left the El Calafate town limits at about 4k, still not very fast on the steady uphill, but feeling as if I was enjoying it - as I've noted before, particularly in the context of desert runs, there's a certain purity about it when it's just you, rolling steppe (with a distant backdrop of glaciated peaks) and a strip of gravel stretching endlessly into the horizon. This sense of purity was strengthened by the lack of traffic, as in the next 45 minutes I saw more horses being ridden (two) than motor vehicles being driven (one). (There was more traffic coming back - a few tours head out this way and evidently 9ish is a common departure time).
Throughout the later stages of the outward section it felt like one of those runs which would take off once I turned around and it shifted to being flat to downhill (and the wind, such as it was, became a tailwind), and so it proved as the second half was one of the most enjoyable runs I've had in a long time, particularly the last 5k, almost floating along at times. The bubble wasn't even pricked when I got back into town and hit the local equivalent of the Parkwood Minor Industrial Estate (perhaps I was especially keen to get out of the place because that kilometre was the fastest non-speedwork kilometre I've done in yonks). Finished off really well and felt as if I still had a lot left in me, despite this being the longest I've done in some months.
The parallels with a run at least as good in mountain country on roughly this weekend three years ago (the Pyrenees that time) did not go unnoticed.
The remainder of the day saw the reasonably mundane trip down to Rio Gallegos on the east coast - the transit point to pick up the Ushuaia bus tomorrow. Rio Gallegos is definitely back off the tourist track (after a few days of being in places which are essentially tourist centres) - it's the biggest place for a very long way around, a regional centre roughly the size of Wagga or Dubbo, and has that sort of feel to it. One feature of it which I was keen to see was the Museo Malvinas Argentinas, though it turned out to be different to what I'd been led to believe - instead of being largely about stating their claim to the islands, it was mostly a war museum from the 1982 war. (Of course Australia would never build a museum to mark a spectacular military failure). Rio Gallegos is the closest Argentine port and has a large military base, which means it probably ranks fairly high on the list of places that might get bombs dropped on it if there is ever another war.
And I've got the hut bookings I wanted for Torres del Paine, which means that the tent I've been carrying around the Americas is going to turn out to be surplus to requirements (except as an emergency backup if the weather turns really foul mid-leg). The long-range forecast is also not too bad, although I'm not sure if a model run which says a small intense low to the west on Friday is going to dive south-east and miss the area is one I'd want to stake my life on yet.