Amazingly, we crossed out of Chile and into Argentina with no problems at either border. Met serious snow and ice once we reached the Chilean immigration and customs office situated high on the Andes. The next 20-plus kilometers, separating the two borders, was the most treacherous stretch of the day. As we climbed, the temperature dropped turning the road into a slippery block of ice. White-knuckled initially, I drove the entire pass over the Andes. We moved as slowly as molasses drips down the jar, but we made it! After a little time driving in these conditions, I began to enjoy the experience tremendously, especially as the gleaming sun shimmered on the mesmerizing winter wonderland around us.