I’ve read about Patagonia in countless books, essays, articles over the years… wide expanses, low lying scrublands, aridness… But as I take my first look across the Patagonian landscape from a few thousand feet as the plane makes its long, slow descent into El Calafate, one word comes to mind: brown. Patagonia seems very, very brown.
I’m fairly certain – hopeful? – that my first glimpses of these fabled lands are not indicative of the whole of Patagonia, but it does provide some insight into why these lands remained some of the most remotest on the planet for so long. And also why Butch & Sundance were able to hide out here for years.