Patagonia is for trekkers, for climbers, for scenery seekers and for the outdoor enthusiasts of all kinds. Torres del Paine is famous for it’s dramatic landscapes of rock spires, but you got to spend some time under the high pinnacles to appreciate this park for all it has to offer. On that note, this is an excerpt from my journal just after returning from Valle Frances:
Pushing through the wind as the sharp gusts bring tears to my eyes.
Pushing past the rain as the frozen drops pound against my chest.
This is Patagonia where the weather is foul but the vistas remarkably grand.
Where the hope of a warmer hour manifests itself on the horizon as the outline of a cloud in the endless murk of grey. Where the sun often penetrates the clouds to shine upon us, everything glistening with a magical sheen.
But true to the form of Patagonia these moments don’t linger but instead surrender once more to the biting wind and the whipping rain.
Even with all the wind, rain, sleet, snow and overall dreary wetness my spirits remain high and trekking is certainly still, as always, on the agenda.