Patagonia

A man we talked to in Atacama had just come from Patagonia.

I asked him what he thought.

He said, "I am not a religious man."

We were walking along the salt flats and overcome with the beauty of the desert.

I waited for him to continue while we walked.

He looked over to the horizon, the sun was just slanting against the white salt rocks and turning them pink and purple.

He went on, "I am not a religious man, but I felt the presence of God in Patagonia."

There's not much else to say.

We have just arrived.

It is stunning.

More to come tomorrow.