We headed out early the first day of our trek, hoping to beat the crowds and also as we have heard the peaks are clearer in the early morning. This was true in part, we did beat the crowds, or at least for the first part of the trek, we just met them all as they were just leaving from the campground at 11am. The first day`s total of hiking was just under 10km so we arrived at the campground early and were delighted to find a camping spot with a semi view. What luck!
Lesson 2: View is not always a good thing.
The day progressed and the clouds moved in... You see in the southern Patagonias, they have this thing called wind. Not like wind back in Ontario or the Yukon, but wind like the kind of wind where you batton down the hatches, head indoors and cancel all plans for being outside, and as Chris might testify, it is enough to knock a man off his feet. It is that kind of ominous wind that sounds like 10 000 butane gas stoves fired up to maximum while on the back of a giant locomotive flying through the trees, so loud you actually feel like it should have a visual presence. The wind comes out of the west and generally is the least in the morning and the worst in late afternoon and evening. Shelter is key, and the more the better, even though it will still find you. So our campsite with the semi view turned into the wall of the storm. As the night went on winds battered our little tent and it put up quite a good fight, although it couldn´t stop the sand being driven in all directions, it was a little piece of Bolivia all over again.
You see the southern Patagonias, and especially where we are in Glacier National Park, there is a huge chunk of ice called the Hielo Sur. Can´t remember how big it actually is (maybe Chris will fill in the info from the book here), but it is the biggest ice concentration outside of the polar ice caps. Wind comes from the ocean, whips over the icefiels and smacks itself into the peaks and ranges in the park. The mountains actually create their own clouds, as the wind blows against the mountain faces which are really cold, thus causing the air to cool and moisture to condense creating clouds which seem to never leave the peaks of some of the summits. Some of the clouds can be in very interesting shapes and wind wipped designs and it can be quite beautiful.
So Cerro Torre clouded in, and we headed on to Fitz Roy, which also clouded in. We got up before sunrise to hike up to a mirador for a sunrise lookout (The sunrises here are very vibrant and are suposed to light the mountains on fire... all we saw were lots of pink clouds hiding the peaks). We hiked on enjoying busy trails, but with quite moments and wonderful glaciers. Mountaineering parties can be seen mingling on the trails with hikers and it is fun to hear them talking in their mega North Face tents about the days accomplishments shuttling provisions for their climbs.
Our last day, it cleared up so we hiked up again to Fitz Roy for the view and spent our rest day hiking back into Cerro Torre. Needless to say, we are pooped and feeling flat footed. Early mornings and long days are starting to get to us but we are now in El Calafate and plan to join the tourist hords on a few shuttled day trips to a few of the massive and active glaciers sprouting from the Hielo Sur.
Words can´t really describe the Cerro Torre and Fitz Roy mountains, but their jagged and abrubt rock faces, surrounded by glaciers and made all the more mystical by the ominous winds and clouds made for a definite highlight of our travels so far.
Photos to come...(Marco we didn`t tackle Cerro Torre, but have pictures to make you jealous)