Torres Del Paine

The pile of rucksacks on the catamaran into the park
Chilleanos Refug
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near Chileaonos refugio




The most I saw of the Torres Del paine from the warmth of the Refugio
Tim in his apres trek outfit





Jen Approaching Camp italianos ( no camping for me!)

Refugio Curneos and all the comforts as long as you have Pesos!

Sleet, snow, wind and rain and fantastic scenery that photos will never do justice to

Barb and Tim went up a day early to walk to the Grey Glacier so they can tell you about that day.

Jen and Von went up the next day and met the welcoming party at the wharf on the lake near the Paine Grande lodge. (Deb had come home to Oz by then). A quick lunch and off we set, to battle the winds and rain to head to our refugio for the night (Cuenos). Gortex really comes into its own in this land!





WE walked and walked ...

Those who see the park

in perfect postcard condition

think they are lucky!

But those who come

in battering storms

when the wind contourts the trees

whips waves onto the lakes,

spins the snowdrift into a flurry

and drives the water into crevices

to be turned into ice

and chisel out a new face.

As the mist is blown from the valley floor and

for a moment unveils

the everchanging sculptures of El Torres.

We Know we are the lucky ones

for we have seen a great artist at work.