December 17, 2007

(Wet)lands of Fire, Lord of the Flies, and Christmas in a Tent

(complete picture set)
The Tierra del Fuego (Land of Fire) given to the southern tip of South America conjures up in my head a land of scorching deserts and fiery volcanoes, something reminiscent of Mordor in Lord of the Rings. It is anything but. The proximity to Antarctica brings in cold southerly weather, made highly erratic and savage by the large amount of ocean surrounding a very small land mass. Rain is frequent, and the ground is wet. Really really wet. I went on a trek up in the Mountains behind the city of Ushuaia, and I hiked over bogs, swamps, mud, streams, rivers, muddy swamps, swampy bogs, and then switched it up with some snow on the pass. The mud made the steep uphills and downhills a slippery slide of muddy fun and frustrations (fun for a bit, then frustratingly annoying after that), and my feet and boots came back quite wet. I actually lucked out with the water from the sky though, only enduring half a day of rain and minor snow on the pass. Also, after the overcrowded Torres del Paine and El Chalten trails, not seeing a single person for three days was a nice treat as well. The wilderness actually felt like, well, a wilderness. I visited some beautiful lakes, some still iced over and covered in snow, and caught some great views of green valleys, both by walking through them and then from above once I cleared the tree line.


































I also headed into the National Park of Tierra del Fuego, and climbed to the top of a 973m (about 3000 ft) mountain right on the coast, which had a superb view of the surrounding area, and you all get another video because of it. First let's review how I did on the park's suggestions about the summit attempt:

1) Don't go up alone
Yeah...next.

2) Don't start after mid-day
12:45 is practically 12:00. Practically

3) Register your trip with the rangers
Why do you tell me this when I am now 8 km from the freaking gaurd station?!?!

4) Carry out all your trash
Ok...1 out of 4 ain't bad, right?


They also suggested it would take 4 hours to summit, but I did it in 1 hr 5 min, with the whole trip including lunch at the top taking 4, so their recommendations are a little loose. But the views were spectacular, as the picture and video attest.








After that it was another bus marathon (3 busses, begining at 6:00 am Tuesday, ending at 12:00 pm, Thursday). This one at least had quite a bit of scenery, and I had an Argentinian sitting next to me on one bus, so I was able to practice Spanish for a while. I arrived in El Bolson, a cool little hippy town in a canyon with pretty mountains and forest surrounding it. I went up into the mountains for 4 days on another trek, and had a great time. I even did a 50 km day (30 mi)! That was crazy. And tiring. I slept well that night, even on hard ground with a thing pad. The downside of this trip were these incredibly annoying and persistent flies called tábanos, similar to horse fies. We did battle in the forest from about 11:00 to 4:00 daily. They come out in force, swarming the crap out of you, and I had to use my Bruce Lee judo chop ninja moves to fend them off. The final score was about 200 flies dead, and me being seriously annoyed. Not sure who won that war.

I came back from the trek on the 24th, and spent Christmas Eve and Christmas day in my camp...by myself =(. (I can hear my mother crying now, hehe). It was sad not being with family for the holiday, and I missed them a lot, especially since I couldn't find a place to call them from. But I wasn't entirely alone, and spent the day doing laundry and hanging out with fellow campers. I then left for Bariloche for the next trekking adventure.

December 12, 2007

Greetings from the End of the World

Hey everyone, I am indeed alive, a fact I know is not corroborated with my recent blog activity. My bad. I have a number of excuses, from ridiculously expensive prices to being so content hiking in the mountains I didn't want to come out. But now you have your blog reading once again, so it is all good, right?



Just to let you all know once again, I am sending out emails when I update the blog, just saying I created a new post, so if you want that notification, let me know. Then you will know when there is something new to read, and won't be thoroughly disappointed for a month when you go check and there is nothing. So let me know if that is something you want, especially since I am now taking so long to write. Send a message to tomtom911@hotmail.com or thomas.ryank@gmail.com. Cool.



Since leaving Buenos Aires I have been to four distinct locations: Torres del Paine, El Calafate, El Chalten, and Ushuaia. There are posts on them below, and are down in the order (or backwards blog post order) when I went to them. I just write this little summary here since it has been so long since I last wrote and I will be posting them all at the same time.



Anyway, I am now in the southernmost city in the world, Ushuaia. They call it the "End of the World" for this fact, a technicality as there is actually another "port" farther south, and "bases" and "outposts" in the Anartic, but whatever, it doesn't diminish the hype. I am here for a trek, otherwise the 12 hour double-border-cross to get here just wouldn't have been worth it. But is a cool place in and of itself, and it is nice to sip a beer in a warm room and contemplate on the fact that you are almost standing completed upside down from the people back home that you know (trips you out, right, haha). I will be going on a trek and doing a couple hikes while I am here, and will be sure to let you know how that goes. Otherwise, enjoy the new posts, and much love from the End of the World!

El Chalten

This place is amazing! I felt like I did back in Torres del Paine, just trying to close my mouth after looking at all the amazing sights. The town started in 1985 and still has dirt roads and lots of buildings under construction. It is pretty small and peaceful, but you can see that in 5-10 years, once all those tourist log-cabin looking buildings get built, and the roads to the town and in the town get paved, it will be another town fallen victim to its own popularity and tourist scene.





I spent 8 days, 7 nights here, doing "treks" and day hikes. Almost everything is a day hike from the town, so it is hard to avoid the crowds, but camping out farther than the town itself gives you some precious time at the beginning and end of the day to yourself, and doing some off the trail hiking, usually more work, also pays off.















This trip had some adventure to it away from the sights. The first night in a dang bird ate almost all my freaking food I had for four days (see the culprit right). I forgot to hang it before leaving on a day hike. And no Dad, you don't need to say anything. I heard your voice in my head loud and clear when I got back to my camp with food and plastic strewn all over it. I had a dad-lecture already pre-prepared from all the years before. =) I had developed a bad habit on The W, where no one hangs their food as there isn't really a need to. But here it was a different story, and so my planned four days out became three, and I had to ration out two bags of walnuts, a bag of peants, two bags of raisins, and 12 granola bars (4 days breakfast and maybe two days lunch minus the sandwiches) for three days. I was pretty hungry when I got back to town, but it kind of added to the adventure of it all. But then I almost forgot my pack broke as well, the last day, so I had to use some ducktape to get her back to town. Duct tape is so deserving of its title of man's favorite tool. Luckily I met a ranger who had a device that could sew up my pack really well, so I didn't end up having to pay to get it fixed. So it all worked out; all part of the traveling/trekking adventure.













(L-View from just above Chalten; L-View from entrance to town)

El Chalten is by the Fitz Roy Mountain Range, and part of town has spectacular views. I went to a few distinct locations, visiting the Monte Fitz Roy lookout point at Lago de los Tres, Laguna Sucia, the glaciar Piedras Blancas, and Cerro Torre and Lago Cerro Torre.














(L - Walk to Laguna Sucia; R - Glaciar Piedras Blancas)


When I went to Monte Fitz Roy, I got some spectacular views and great weather. I did an even longer predawn hike to Mount Fitz Roy, and had it to myself for sunrise, before climbing even higher to another lookout almost no one does as it isn't on the maps. This was my favorite spot I have visited in Patagonia. Check out the video as I took it from here.














(Sunrise on Mount Fitz Roy)



(Oh my, what big peaks you have)




Laguna Sucia is amazing, with a great setting far below Mount Poincenot, the smaller pointy peak next to Monte Fitz Roy on the left side, and a glaciar whose ice breaks up and then tumbles loudly down the mountainside in a snowy waterfall like path to the lake. The trail here also isn't shown, so I was alone there for a long while too.
















(Laguna Sucia)

Cerro Torre is another pointy peak, with two next to it, a little farther over and with its on lake and lookout point. I went to another "unmarked" lookout on an incredibly windy trail, almost being knocked over a few times and one time I had to grab my glasses in mid flight off of my face after they were caught by a gust.














(Cerro Torre)


I also went to a place called Laguna Toro, but it was so ridicuously windy when I got to the camp I couldn't even get to the lake until the next day. I was alone in the camp the, a rarity in this area, so I really enjoyed that.














(L- Valley to Laguna Toro; R - Would you say it gets a little windy here?)

El Chalten has been my favorite place so far, and I am only writing less about it as I am a little tired of writing about all my adventures right now. =) But I wouldn't have minded spending a few more weeks there to do more, see more, and just relax (hiking is relaxing to me, even if it isn't like relaxing on a beach) in the forest and mountains. I could definitely see myself coming back here, although that may never happen. I camped even when I was in town, so coming back after a week and a half and staying in dorm rooms full of people and all the accomodations was almost like a culture shock to me. I will be glad to get back into the mountains again, but it is nice to sleep in a real bed and not my 5mm pad on hard cold ground. Luckily for me though I will be going on a trek again in Ushuaia, my next stop.



Sometimes when you are out there all alone, contemplating the surreal setting and stunning views, you reach this point, where all you want to do is turn around and say...










SSSSSIIIIIICCCCKKKKKK!

El Calafate

This place is Tahoe with a different attraction. It has a giant lake I don't think you can do anything in (drinking water here is unpurified glaciar runoff and highly protected), and is a little flatter around the lake, but with mountains in the distance. But both have there have there touristy appearance with overpriced shops dressed in ornate log-cabin wood finishes lining the street. The real major difference is in the attractions. Tahoe has a big giant lake, El Calafate has a big giant glaciar.

This is one of those must see spots in Patagonia, and unfortunately everyone in El Calafate knows it and gouges you with the prices. Food, shelter, internet, all things touristy, are increased, and an hour bus ride to and from the park costs you 20 dollars, with an entry fee of $1o, which is ridiculous when all that gets you is a walk on the catwalks for a couple hours. That said, the glaciar was impressive. I took a boat ride I regretted paying for, as it was very touristy and full of pushy, trigger happy tourists with their cameras. The walking was the best part, seeing he 55m high and 11km long glaciar from three different levels. The last level gives you a great vantage point to watch the ice fall off the glaciar and crash into the lake below. I could have sat there all day if I didn't have to get back to the bus. I wish there was more to do around there...which there is, but not without paying an arm and a leg. But I guess it was worth the stop off, and it was inbetween Torres del Paine and El Chalten, my two favorite spots I have been to.

On a funny little side story, I managed to lose my bus ticket to the park between the hostel and the terminal. I already had a bus out of town the next day, so it would have sucked to have to come back into town to see the glaciar. So I sprinted back 10 minutes before the bus was supposed to leave to see if I had left it in the hostel, couldn't find it, so sprinted back, to see if I could somehow convince them I had bought the ticket. There was no love there but an Irish mate heard me talking, and he had an extra ticket becuase his girlfriend was too sick to go. So I bought that off him for a little less, which worked nicely for each of us. I got to go and not have to pay full price for another ticket, and he didn't have to end up wasting his ticket either. Anyway, there is nothing like a 2000 foot sprint to wake you up in the morning.




























Tourism at its finest.



















Torres del Paine

Well, for how cool this trip ended up being, it had a long, boring start. It was a long 37 hour bus ride to a city called Rio Gallegos, then it took another two busses to get to Puerto Natales in Chile, the gateway to the very famous park of Torres del Paine. I left Tuesday at 8:30 from BA, and got to Puerto Natales Thursday night at about 9:30. And while I know a bus trip that long does not need an explanation as to why it was dull, it is worth noting it was all the duller due to the landscape. Driving through Nevada is more interesting than this drive, and for my fellow Tahoeians, that is saying something. We all know how lovely Nevada can be. At least back in those days I had a bus-full of my fellow soccer teamates and the girls soccer team to keep me company. How I miss those days. But this drive I was alone in my seat staring out at an entirely flat landscape for 37 hours straight. Not even kidding. There might have been a 3 foot change in elevation to the horizon, but that was about it. But the last leg brought us close to the mountains surrounding Torres del Paine, so that was perhaps more appreciated after the section before it. We watched four movies on the 37 hour leg, and it is amazing how insignificant 2 hours can be. A movie on a normal day takes up a good chunk of time. But when you just watched your 2nd movie and still have 27 hours left to go, you are just begging for the next one to come on. Puerto Natales was the final destination, and along the way I met a British mate named Darren, and we decided to do the trek in Torres del Paine together, and opted for The W.



(Puerto Natales)

Torres del Paine - The W

The W is the most popular circuit in the park and usually takes 5 days, whereas The Circuit takes about 8-9 and sees more. They told me the pass on one section of The Circuit was closed so I did The W, although I found out that was a nasty lie. It hurt my feelings, but The W was awesome nonetheless. The whole W name thing comes from the relative shape the trail of the trek takes, which is a W. I ended up taking 6 days, to be explained later, and had a phenomenal time.










(view back to Glaciar Grey)
Day 1 - A 10 hour stroll
So despite leaving Puerto Natales at 7:30 for our two hour bus ride in, it really took 5 hours to get to our stop (the last stop of three) where we were going to start our trek. This is a pretty important detail when you have planned on walking 9 hours in the first day. At least the days are long, with enough daylight to hike until about 10 to 10:30. It was a beautiful drive though, and you get a good view of the Paine Massif mountains on the way there.










(somewhere on the trail)
We started off in the wrong direction following a few people on the road back the way we came. Rule 1, never ever follow someone else, especially when they arrived on the same bus you did, having about as much knowledge of the land as you do. I checked the map to see if were going in the right direction and it looked right, but still, we shouldn't have followed them. Half an hour later a ranger drives by and says we are heading back to the park entrance, so we had to turn around and had now lost time, distance, and strength from that little detour.










(Lovin' Trekkin')

The rest of the trip went well, and it was a beautiful walk in, albeit a long one. We were pushed to rush due to the daylight factor, which was annoying since we were up at 7:30 ready to start the day. But we got to camp, set up, and crashed in our tent after the long day. We ended up doing around 36 km in one day, or 21.6 miles, with our little detour and long road in, and we would end up paying for it.
Day 2 - Age catches up with us









(Glaciar Grey)
The day started out fine, with a visit to the impressive Glaciar Grey, which slinks down into the lake Lago Grey and is split by an island in the middle. It was a cool scene, especially for my first glaciar sighting. It was then back to camp to get our heavy packs for day two, and we were feeling it from day one. 10 hours was too long to start our first day, especially on the first trek in some time for either of us. At some point in your life your age catches up with your will, and no matter how much you might want to be able to do something, your body has another idea. Usually it didn't matter when we were little, but that slowly changes. 1 hour in to our second day and Darren couldn't hardly walk on his knee, and we had 5 hours ahead of us, and 2 1/2 to the nearest camp and way out. After it became clear he had to just get back to camp and take a boat out of the park and he couldn't continue the trip, I loaded up as much of his weight I could and lugged my pack back to camp, then went back to get what was left of of Darren's back and legs. It took him nearly twice the time to hobble that section of the trail as would be normal, but I think his spirit was more hurt than his leg. He had planned on doing this trek for 5 years and now had to head out. It ended up he is still hurting after 2 weeks, and definitely still bummed, as most of the featured activities in Patagonia are the hikes. He didn't even twist his knee or do anything adrupt like that. It was simply an aggravation from the weight, distance, and rough trail we had been walking in.
Day 3 - Flying solo
Darren caught the boat out in the morning, and I headed off to the next campsite, only 2 hours away, deciding to take it easy that day after the two days before, from which I was definitely feeling the effects. It ended up being a good day to chill out, as it rained lightly on my walk there, stopped briefly when I got to camp (so nice for setting up the tent), and then poured for the next 6 hours. Patagonia has some savage weather, and is the catch that comes with the beautiful landscape and setting. I have been lucky in that I have only had a couple bad days, usually there are more, but everyday is one of rapidly changing weather, with no day (minus one or two) that ended the same as it started. Most of this day was spent in the tent or shack where you could cook and eat in shelter, and I pitied the people arriving late, who had to set up in the muddy, rain soaked campsites.










(Valle Frances)
Day 4 - A piece of heaven









(rickety bridge over a rushing glacial river)

I dropped the big pack for a hike up into the Valle Frances (French Valley) above camp, a great lookout onto the lakes below surrounded by cool glaciar covered mountains. They day was amazing with it being one of the few that was warm and clear the whole way through. I changed camp sites to a Refugio below Los Cuernos, or horns, a set of horn looking mountains that are very cool in their shape, colors, and setting. This refugio is one of a few that nice-ify the wilderness setting, allowing people to have warm beds, hot showers, cooked meals, and other comforts on their trip to the park. One can also get away with carrying a day pack everywhere if they are staying at these sights. You have to pay for the campsites, and get access to the shower (I protested and didn't take one) and can pay (way to much) for their meals. The campsite was amazing though, and I took a short walk to the lake shore for dinner and couldn´t believe where I found myself. Here is what I wrote in my travel journal for the day. (And it is a journal, not a diary. I am way to manly for the latter. FYI)
"I am writing from one of the most beautiful places I have ever been. In front
of me is Lago Nordenskjold [a neon green lake that glows in the sunlight], with
green, shrub covered hills across the shore to the left, whose rock formations
create stripes diagonally up the hill. The right side of the lake opens up and
has a few small islands with snow covered peaks in the back drop. Even further
right is Cerro Paine Grande, a jagged mountain partly covered by a white and
blue glaciar and dusted with snow. Behind me are the Curnos del paine, or horns,
an awesome formation...and nearby a small glaciar waterfall drones in the
background...I keep looking up at the scenery, trying to burn it into my brain,
as a photograph can't do justice to this awesome panoramic view." That was the
coolest thing about it I think, just being entirely surrounded by such dramatic,
beautiful, and different scenery on everyside. I didn't want to leave.



















(Some of the views that day)

Day 5 - You know you are there when your jaw hits the floor









(Los Cuernos)

I changed locations to a free campsite beneath the base, although without a view, of the Torres del Paine. These are the highlight of the park and dominate the pictures you will see of this place, and rightly so. I think they receive too much hype, diminishing other aspects of the park. Glaciar Grey is very impressive, Valle Frances and Los Cuernos as well, and a 5 minute walk from where I stayed on day 4 gives you a killer view of which I just spoke of, especially at sunrise. To see the Torres at sunrise you have to get up at and start walking in the dark an hour before the sun comes up to hope that you get a cloudless view of the sunrise (rare occurrence). But that said, they are quite impressive. I was amazed by them. Someone in the base camp asked the ranger there how you knew when you arrived at the lookout for the Torres, and he said, "you know when you go like -" and without saying a word, very animatedley opened his mouth wide and made a facial expression of total shock. It was quite funny, but how true those words were, as I felt that feeling when I reached the lookout. The whole way up you see nothing really, but right at the end the Torres come into view in dramatic fashion, rising out of a green glaciar lake. This day I had a nearly clear, blue sky as a backdrop, so they were amazing. I wasn't planning on going up that day; it was quite a long climb witht the big pack to get to the base camp, but you learn quick that if you have a clear day, you take advantage. I was quite happy, as my pre-dawn climb the next day ended up being cloudy. I sat up at the lookout for maybe an hour and a half, just taking in the scenery, which was spectacular. Just unreal. My manly journal entry for this place was this: "Epic. That is what the Torres del Paine are. Epic." 'Nuff said.









Day 6 - Rewards where you least expect them









(Freezing at the lookout, waiting for sunrise)









(perched in the clouds, the pre-dawn hikers enjoy their view)
I got up to do that pre-dawn climb I mentioned. The goal besides a beautiful sunrise is to see the Torres turn a deep red, a very, very rare phenomenon, but always possible. I almost didn't go up though, as it was very lightly raining and cloudy, although the clouds did look high and had a break on the horizon where the sun was rising. That was enough for me, and so I made the one hour scramble up a very steep boulderly hill in the dark. I was one of the first up, and headlamps dotted the hill as I looked down. The Torres were indeed covered in clouds, but the lake was visible as well as the canyon where you hike in, which was between me and the rising sun. The sunrise, although not the one we were hoping for, was still amazing. It lit up the clouds and canyon beautifully, and part of the rocks to the side and below the Torres. The coolest sight for me was another peak off of the Torres range that got that pink alpineglow on it, then had a rainbow shoot out the top of it while it was pink for about 5 minutes, arching to the rocks next to the Torres. It was unreal. I took a picture, but it doesn't do justice. I have learned to accept this fact though. 90% of the pictures I take don't do justice to where I am. Sometimes I can't get the color or angle or whatever, butusaully I just can't make it fit, either because it is too big or more often because the effect comes from all that is arround you. Just 360 degree panaramas that will blow your mind. Patagonia is a land of amazing proportions, and the best views are those that don't just occur in front of you, but surround you.













When I got back to the guard station at the entrance to catch the bus, it had been 6 days without a shower, and the cloud of flies swarming me made me feel like a dead animal. But all the trekkers were the same. It definitely seperated us (in hygiene and pride) from the day trippers to the park. The long smelly bus ride back was one of sweet memories of spetacular views and surreal settings. I left on a high, and have basically been planning my trip based on treks ever since.




(That is "Dubwa" for "I done licked da Dubwa")