Patagonia isn't just an area to go for a pleasant stroll. It's a land of epic weather. Winds strong enough to lift a 100 kilo dude right off his feet. Rain that could soak a seal to the core. And a razor thin ozone layer that welcomes the burning sun. The resulting land and mountain scape is a strange beauty.
Our preparations began long before we arrived. Collecting provisions in Mendoza we knew would be impossible to find in the tiny launch town of Puerto Natales. Included was about 60 dollars worth of vacuum sealed sausage, the only supply that was deemed unfit to cross the Chilean border. We quickly guzzled a salami each to the apparent delight of the line up in front of border security. The outcome was a couple of queasy bellies on a bumpy bus. Small victories.
DAY ONE: Jeff had one heavy pack.
Our preparations began long before we arrived. Collecting provisions in Mendoza we knew would be impossible to find in the tiny launch town of Puerto Natales. Included was about 60 dollars worth of vacuum sealed sausage, the only supply that was deemed unfit to cross the Chilean border. We quickly guzzled a salami each to the apparent delight of the line up in front of border security. The outcome was a couple of queasy bellies on a bumpy bus. Small victories.
DAY ONE: Jeff had one heavy pack.
DAY TWO: Things are getting pretty.
DAY THREE: Baby river ducks – highlight of the day.
DAY FOUR: A long day was joyously broken up, or made even longer, with an hour of fast sledding by a glacier.
DAY FIVE: Bug bite right in the baby blues.
DAY SIX: Just some boring avalanches and stuff.
DAY SEVEN: The big winds came.
DAY EIGHT: 4am hike to the towers.
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