National Geographic : 1960 Feb
Shepherds' off-duty horses trot across a dry wash in Chilean Patagonia; developing new grasses, expanding sheep pas tures. Why don't you go and see for yourself?" And so I went. I got my first sight of the Strait of Magellan (page 194) as the plane circled over the water to set us down near Punta Arenas, the provincial capital. We had come 1,400 miles from Santiago and were now 6,400 miles almost due south of Washington, D.C. Halfway down the landing stairs, a vicious blast of wind nearly sent me headlong. A friendly hand reached up and carefully 192 steadied me. "You must be the man from the National Geographic," said the voice with the hand. "I'm Carlos Aracena, editor of La Prensa Austral. I got word that you were coming." He had spoken easy, colloquial "American"; so I replied in the same language, raising my voice so it wouldn't be blown away. "Storm coming up?" Aracena shrugged. "No, not at all. At this time of the year winds often hit 50 or 60 miles an hour. You'll get used to it."