We spent a few spectacularly hot days camping in Parque Nacional El Palmar, a protected area housing the world’s oldest palm tree forest on the Argentine side of Rio Uruguay. One morning we woke up and decided to pop over to Uruguay for a spell. At what other point in our lives can we explore a new country on a whim?
We thought we were done with a country total of fourteen but Uruguay makes fifteen and Logan’s passport is now officially full. The border crossing, a drive-thru, no wait, affair was a total cinch. We set up camp not far from the border at the Termas de Guaviyú, a natural hot-springs hot spot.
The riverside campground had no Continue reading