01 march El Chalten (ARGENTINA)

Wake up at dawn. Today we face 800 km and with these roads...


Third consecutive day of transfer, we are very tired but we are in a good mood...


The landscape completely changes: canyons, vast arid plains inhabited by guanacos, rheas, armadillos and some wild horses ...

Along the way we stop to visit "Las Cuevas de los Manos" (the caves of the hands), it sounds like the title of a horror movie instead they are just rocky inscriptions and drawings dating to 8000 years ago depicting hands, guanacos etc.
While my eyes are lost along the vastness of these landscapes, I start to imagine early hominids wandering around that place, kept so perfectly intact for thousands of years and I would have been absolutely amazed if suddenly a dinosaur popped over there ...

[Roscio]: "We have walked hundreds of miles. We have seen sunrise and sunset from our small chairs ... Patagonia ... you are never tired of it! "

02 march El Chalten (ARGENTINA)

Tactical Backpack: Ready.
Provisions: prepared.

As before the first ascent of Tongariro, New Zealand, I heard all the technical advice of more experienced trekkers, at the same way I try to pass my knowledge and experience to Roscio.

Conquering the Laguna de los Tres, at the feet of Mount Fitz Roy (3780 meters).

Seven hours and 48 minutes of walking, of pain and fatigue but wonderful...

We depart
at about 9:00 a.m., we meet some French, Austrians and Germans along the way but an hour later me and Roscio are alone with nature, fully penetrated and surrounded, I bow before the majesty of Mother Nature.

The rustle of leaves blowing in the wind, the chirping harmoniously and undisturbed of the birds, the flow of a stream that I can not see and then the sound of our steps that despite the difficulty of the course go on... no matter the weather, the clouds: we go ahead ... we wade rivers, walk on the shore of a beautiful lagoon where you could even fill your bottle with pure water...
We get lost between paths created along the rocks and bushes taller than us ... sometimes seems a little wooden bridge built with a single tree trunk ...

We are surprised by every little beauty that nature shows us ... Sometimes we stop and we look around ... amazing...

We go ahead and suddenly we meet a white open space formed by the trunks of trees without foliage, like the back of a porcupine ... We must move forward, the worst is yet to come ...

Fitz Roy is covered by clouds that are moving ominously towards us ...
In another open space, formed by three small lakes, we meet an English couple in opposite directions, they say that it's 30 minutes left... we will discover later that they had been too optimistic ...

The wind begins to blow stronger and stronger, the sky becomes increasingly leaden and the altimeter of my watch informs us that we are going upper and upper but the idea of giving up and going back does not even touch us...
The hardest part begins, the "stony", a height of 400 meters ... it should be the last obstacle to our goal ... We meet several trekkers coming down: three Americans, a Brazilian then, several Argentinean, four Israelis and all of them give us different information...

We are the only ones that are going up in spite of everything ... We encourage each other and continue going up ...

The last effort ... Roscio stops on a rock to rest ... "Last step ... Rosciooooo! Run! It's over! "

Yet another spectacle of nature, a blue lake at the feet of Fitz Roy still covered with clouds ...
I find refuge behind a large boulder to eat my sandwich and some dried fruit ... Roscio suddenly recovers all his energy and goes solo toward the frozen lake ...

I see him filling his bottle of water in the pure water of the lake ... We look around again always amazed as the first time, eat an energy bar of chocolate while the drops of water pushed by the wind drives us along the face ..

We look at each other, nodded and again ... we still have a long stretch ahead ... The rocks are very slippery in the wet stony, hard, the descent ... But we go ...
After another couple of hours we stop to eat a boiled egg and an apple... almost eight hours later: here we are back again in the colorful town of El Chalten, which suddenly appears after all this green...

Nature is amazing! How many times have I said that? There is not a better way to appreciate it if not "Trekking"!

 

03 march El Calafate (ARGENTINA)

[Roscio]: "We have seen the glaciers in Las Glaciares National Park: Unique!

Huge, eternal, slow but always moving ... First a wonderful excursion into the Argentine Lake aboard a large catamaran ...

Visit the legendary Perito Moreno, 30 km of cold. Note the many shades of blue that Patagonia can offer, depending on the light, background, sky, cloud changes everything ... I'm not exaggerating in saying that seems to be in that place called Heaven!

Perito Moreno is immense. When the immense ice scales fall, you can hear the roar of the eternity, you feel the breath of the world that creates tension and terror, because nature can silence us in a moment when She wants. If this is not God, I'm not a man" .

 

04 march El Calafate (ARGENTINA)

Have you ever imagined what a little crabs might feel before a big wave?

That is the feeling that I had in front of Perito Moreno.

The most gigantic glacier I've ever seen and that was discovered, if I may say, one hundred years ago by the geologist Moreno.
We have admired it from every angle, from the bottom, top, side, front, by land, lake ...

 

It 's awesome!


Three km wide by 32 long!

A huge white / blue tongue that falls from nowhere and suddenly stops with its powerful walls on Argentino Lake...

 

Almost like a big giant that with his arms on the breasts folded looks all with threatening expression.

The "splash" of ice plates falling into the lake broke the solemn silence and you immediately feel a sense of sadness thinking about the global warming that involves the melting of glaciers and you are soon pervaded by a sense of melancholy. Similar to those blocks that fell off the huge tears of wounded giant after thousands of years ... But Helmut, our Chilean friend, assures us that, luckily, everything is balanced ...

Mother Nature ... a piece falls down and there is already another born...

 

 

 

 

 

 

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