Rest day

Well after a good sleep but very rough weather we headed to the west end of the park.  It was a light sideways snow sort of drive, with most of the mountains covered in mist.

Lake Peheo is very beautiful, that marvellous blue found in glacial areas.

Lots and lots of guanacos on the road side, they look very healthy and are not at all  scared of people.

 

  Arrived at Hotel Torres in a thick mist And no visibility of the mountain. So a rest and sort gear day was om order.  Oh course this included some trying to the other type of Pisco, Pisco Calafate, made from the local berry.  Bit to sweet for me, so the original is still the best.

Woke in the night to a stillness, that made me look at the window to see an ultra clear moonlit night and the silver silhouette of the mountain!!

Camping, Patagonia style

Camped at Lake Pehoe last night, arriving at around dusk. The now familiar " I speak no Spanish and you speak no English" interchange happened with the lovely Heracle, and we were allowed to just pick a site.

The camp has a frame shelters and we are to have night which proved why.

 The weather report said minus 9 and 90km/hr winds! My gear proved ever faithful and I actually had a great sleep. The wind did wake me a few times, but my icebreaker and down served me well.

I was especially appreciative of my hut bootie, thanks Tom!

With the morning came the realisation that we would be foolish to walk as planned, and so we headed to a hotel near the start of the walk to Camp Torres, and alternated between trying the different types of Sours, and packing bags.

The plan tomorrow is to walk regardless, but be prepared to turn back if it is to rough.

Lago grey

After a splendid drive up from Peurto Natales we entered the Torres del Paine park, with obligatory gunacco sleeping nearby. 

We headed west in the park to Lago Grey, and Lady Grey glacier. We had a restorative drink in th gorgeous hotel, with a view to die for, before  a shore half hour walk through a beech grove and across grey pebble beach with icebergs floating on the shore.

The next few hours were a fabulous meander, past towering mountains and bobbing bergs to the front of the glacier. 

The colour and shapes are amazing, and sadly the amount of obvious shrinkage in the glacier front was easy to discern