Riding along Chile's Austral Highway wasn't just my dream, it's been a dream of the Chilean people to connect the remote villages of western Patagonia since the 1950's. Completed in 2003, the highway is now called Route 7, or the Carretera Austral (meaning the southern highway), and it passes through mountains of snow, lakes of fresh glacial water, and it goes from temperate rainforests to desert bluffs in 770 miles (1,240 km) of weaving and winding paved bliss.

​Of course, we had to go.

Getting to the Austral Highway from Santiago was the boring part. We took the straight-shot fast-paced super highway of Route 5 all the way down to Puerto Montt, and I think I took no pictures. Certainly there are more scenic ways to go, but as we were pressed for time (we wanted to be in southern Patagonia before summer ended), we decided to just go open throttle and get to the Austral as fast as we could.

Luckily, we had amazing company: Jerry and Jet, an American/Filipino couple who met in Thailand and decided to pack up their belongings and travel South America via motorcycle together. They bought a KLR in Colombia, and have been on the road ever since.

With the same end goal of Patagonia in mind, we all zipped along Route 5 together, finally reaching the beginning of the Austral at Puerto Montt. But because southern Chile looks like a modern art splatter of islands and misshapen land forms, there's almost more water out there than land, and our introduction to the Austral Highway actually took the form of two ferry-crossings.

The first ferry between Caleta La Arena and Caleta Puelche was only a half-hour ride (7,200 Pesos/~$11), but the second one between Hornopirén and Caleta Gonzalo (8,400 Pesos for motorcycle + 5,600 Pesos for passenger pillion/~$21) took us four and a half hours. It was a long, wet journey, as this region is the rainiest part of Chile, so much so, that's it's considered to be a temperate rainforest. But all that rain made the surrounding mountains as emerald, lush, and mysterious as the forests of Oregon. 

After spending the night in a cute cabin in the woods complete with a wood-burning stove to stave off the cold, the four of us set off the next day into the frigid rain. As we wound our way through the forest and hills, the rain tapered off, and by afternoon the sun was shining, though the verdant rainforest was gone. It had turned into drier stands of pine between outcroppings of granite, reminding me of the Black Hills of South Dakota.

Unfortunately, this is where we split ways with Jerry and Jet since they didn't have camping gear, and we wanted to camp, especially now that the sun was out. But we're hoping that our paths will cross once again.

​For the rest of our time on the Austral we camped, and thankfully, it was blue skies and sunshine throughout. 

Douglas Tompkins is a famous name out here in Chilean Patagonia, as he was not only the founder of The North Face and Esprit outdoor equipment and clothing companies, but he purchased huge swaths of land in Chile which he later donated to the government to become national parks. All of us who take the Austral Highway and enjoy these wild and rugged mountains and lakes, free from trash and pollution, are absolutely indebted to this man's generosity. I can only imagine that the temptation was huge to exploit the land for oil, minerals, or development. And yet he decided to preserve it as it is, so that here in Patagonia you will find some of the most unspoiled and untamed stretches of wilderness on earth.

Patagonia is also the least-populated area of Chile, so when we realized that we were mysteriously running low on oil, Tim was worried we wouldn't be able to find any. Luckily, the region's largest town, Coyhaique (koy-AI-kay), was not far. So we headed there and spent an afternoon talking with Willford, the amazingly-knowledgable frontman for MotoRentAdventure Patagonia tours. He told us where to get our oil, and then gave us the run-down of the local roads, which places to fill up on gas, and where to avoid. He seriously knew every road in southern Chile and Argentina, and was not only a wealth of information, but very nice too. If you are ever in the area and need help, or are looking to rent a motorcycle for your own Patagonian adventure, I can personally say I would recommend going here.

With new oil in the beast, we were off again, this time to a place I had heard about years prior: the marble caves of General Carrera Lake. And though I'd seen pictures before, when we turned the corner in the road and were greeted with the sight of the lake, my breath got stuck somewhere in my chest and Tim and I immediately pulled over to take in the views. Because I doubt there is any body of water on earth more blue and stunning than this lake.

From Puerto Rio Tranquilo, we hitched ourselves a boat ride to the marble caves for only 10,000 Pesos a person (~$15), and this tour may have been the highlight of my time along the Austral Highway. Though one would think the marble of these caves would be smooth, they actually had a naturally-formed chiseled texture, eaten away by the lake water, the wind, and rain.

But the colors were what really took me by surprise, not just of the marbled whites, purples, greens, and blacks streaking the bizarre “cake frosting" shapes of the stone, but the blending between that and the iridescently-blue waters, it almost looked tropical. And yet, white-capped mountains ringed the borders of the lake. ​It was surreal.

Unfortunately, there was a massive forest fire engulfing the area while we were there, making the skies hazy and the air difficult to breath. Several locals told us not to make any fires since supposedly it was a camper who had accidentally started it, but of course, we already knew not to have bonfires since there were signs everywhere of alto riesgo (high risk). Yet as we covered our faces that night from the smoke, we hoped things would be better the next day.

By morning, the smoke had mostly cleared, and we were excited and also sad since this was going to be end of our Austral journey. Actually, we weren't going to complete Route 7, since the highway goes all the way down to the town of O'Higgins, but dead-ends there. So in order to continue our way south, we took the gravel road through Patagonia National Park and into Argentina. ​

It was here that the forests waned into the rocky grasslands that the eastern side of the Andes is known for. But within the park, mountains still surrounded us, some with bits of snow on top, and we found a perfectly placid stream to camp beside. It was idyllic, all except for the fresh puma tracks we found in the river mud. Yeah, there are definitely pumas out there. Luckily we didn't get eaten by any, so that's good.

We crossed into Argentina at the Roballos border the next day, and while watching the reddened mountains fade in our rear-view mirror, we have since been in the windy plains of desolate towns and straight roads. We hit Route 40, and rode through the grasslands at a neck-bracing slant, all the while passing grazing guanacos (wild llama ancestors) and rheas (giant ostrich-like birds, called ñandú in Spanish). 

Our destination now is the town of Ushuaia at the very tip of South America: the end of the world. It's the most southern point on earth that you can get to by road, and we're hoping to see some glaciers, and if we're lucky, even a penguin.

We'll keep you updated on facebook, instagram, and of course here on our blog. Until next time...

We were in northern Argentina, spending our days poolside in the shade of peach trees and vineyards, when we realized that it had to come to an end. Because if we were ever going to get to Patagonia's glaciers before the roads became impassable with snow, we would need to exchange this warm-weather grape-eating lifestyle for one of down jackets and wooly hats. And it had to be soon, before we'd miss our window of opportunity to get to the Antarctic regions of South America while it's still summer there.

After four months of roughing it in Peru and Bolivia, Tim and I arrived at the Chilean customs office dirty, tired, beaten down by the cold wind, and on our last drop of gas and food. But once crossing into Chile, we coasted down 6,000 feet in elevation on perfect pavement (no need for gas!), and we could feel the sun warming our Bolivian-chilled bones as we entered Chile's Atacama desert. In less than an hour, we found ourselves awe-struck in the town of San Pedro de Atacama, as foreigners walked around in shorts and sun dresses, and the place was as modern and expensive as anything we'd seen since the States.

Nearby Calama was just like home (though not in the best way) with its own Walmart, fast food chains, and strip malls. There were pharmacies with cash registers, and gas stations that took credit cards and even had handicapped parking spots labeled on the asphalt. Of course, all this luxury came at a high price, as the cheapest room we could find in San Pedro was $30 a night (the same as paying for camping), instead of the normal $10. We were in culture shock plus sticker shock.

With the bike not starting from our ride through Bolivia's salt flats, we were in a bit of a predicament. Our dear and wonderful friends who'd stayed by our sides throughout it all, Brendon and Kira Hak, were on the verge of overextending their visa in Bolivia, and needed to go. Unlike us, their bike was fully functional, and their plan was to take a difficult, but gorgeous route south and out of Bolivia: the Lagunas Route.

But as Tim and I found ourselves immobile in the town of Uyuni, we knew that if we didn't get our bike running before they had to leave, we would not want to do such a challenging road by ourselves with a questionable motorcycle. Our plans and dreams of riding the Lagunas Route were now falling apart.

So the pressure was on for Tim to fix the bike, and he needed to do it by 11:00 AM the next day, which was checkout time for the Haks and the latest possible moment before they had to leave.

Yes, it looks awesome: the mirror effect of the largest salt flats in the world during the wet season. But don't let the surreal image of us riding through the Salar de Uyuni in Bolivia fool you, because it has rendered our motorcycle immobile.

The amazing photographers who took this shot are our friends Kira and Brendon Hak, the fellow KTM-riding duo called the Adventure Haks. We met up with them for Christmas in Sucre, Bolivia, and then headed south together a few days before this epic failure-of-a-ride.

We entered Bolivia a little more than a week ago, excited for this new country of dynamic culture, mountains, and jungle. And to celebrate the holidays, we wanted to be in the white-washed colonial city of Sucre to meet fellow motorcycle travelers and friends for Christmas. That gave us nine days to get there from the Peruvian border and see all the fantastic sites in between. So we were a little rushed, but it didn't seem to be an impossible task. At least in the beginning.

After having been on the road for over a year, it is time to look back at our favorite items, and some that didn't make the cut.

The following is a list of the things we brought with us and why. We have not received any discounts or free merchandise for promotional purposes. We purchased these items with our own money, and due to that fact, better-quality and more expensive items may exist out there. These are simply our honest, unfiltered opinions on what we decided to bring on our trip. 

After exploring the world of the Inca around Cusco and Machu Picchu, we knew that our time in Peru was coming to a close. But before we headed into Bolivia (arrived today!), there were a couple of things left in Peru that we wanted to see and get done.

Here is a brief Christmas idea list for those motorcycle enthusiasts in your life. These are some of our favorite items which have served us well on our round-the-world trip and we highly recommend.  We are not sponsored by any of the products below, and bought each item ourselves with our hard-earned money. These are simply our fair, honest opinions after putting them through hell for a year and four months.

One of the seven wonders of the world and rightfully so, the lost Incan city of Machu Picchu is on many people's bucket list. But as picturesque, breathtaking, and mysterious as it is, in recent years it has become a tourist hot-spot, and an expensive one. And I'm not just talking about the ticket price. The Peruvian government knows that they can get more than twice the ticket cost out of every visitor because Machu Picchu is inaccessible by road, which forces everyone to take overpriced train rides there (from Ollantaytambo it's $45 per person one way, from Cusco it's $75 one way!).

For many people this is fine, as they have been saving up all year to spend a weekend in Peru seeing the sights, and the train is certainly the quickest and most comfortable way of getting to Machu Picchu. But for long-term travelers trying to keep to a budget, getting there can be such a headache and a dent in the wallet, that many are now missing it simply for the cost involved. And that is a real shame.