Northern Patagonia
Northern Patagonia
Argentina
Overview
Join us for an eight day escape into the stunning cordillera of Argentina’s Northern Patagonia — a land that is vast, beautiful, and raw. Local gauchos share their intimate knowledge of this land and its horses. On mountain-raised Criollo horses, we traverse dramatic valleys, cross rushing rivers, and ride through Southern beech forests.
The trip includes two nights tent camping beneath the stars, one night at a rustic mountain refuge, two nights glamping at ecological yurts in the mountains, and two nights at a hotel on either end of the ride. Given the mountainous terrain, the pace is slower but there are a few opportunities for faster riding on the final day.
Dates
January 4 - 11, 2027
January 14 - 21, 2027
January 25 - February 1, 2027
Cost: $3,550 USD
Check out the complete itinerary for details!
*Price includes transfer to/from Bariloche airport, accommodation (double occupancy), meals, and transportation. Able to accommodate vegetarians. Weight limit of 95 kg. Additional charge for riders who exceed weight limit. Travel and trip cancellation insurance required.
Want to try your hand at polo?
Located thirty minutes outside Bariloche, Patagonia Polo offers polo lessons and customized polo experiences for beginners to advanced players.
This is a wonderful opportunity to discover the thrill of polo in its birthplace, Argentina, before or after your pack trip.
Set against a breathtaking backdrop of mountains, you'll learn the game of polo on world-class horses in a private or small group setting. The local clubhouse provides delicious food and drinks, and depending on the day, you might even catch a polo match.
Visit the Patagonia Polo website or check them out on Instagram to learn more and schedule your polo experience!
Argentina Field Notes
“After several hours of riding down sharp ridge lines, across open valleys full of weightless golden dust, and through deep swaths of thick interlacing brush (a thin path emerging step by step behind the gaucho and his machete) we arrived at a small sheltering forest beside the river where we would make camp for the night. The river wrapped around the bank in a wide curve —the bend of which was the tell-tale cerulean of water deep enough to swim in.
That evening, under the canopy of trees, the neighbor and a few of his family members arrived with a pack horse carrying all the makings of another asado for dinner and we sat around our little campfire eating bread that we toasted on the coals and drinking wine and maté and chatting.”
. — Claudia L. || January 2025 
