Torres del Paine Circuit

DAY 3 - Perros Glacier: Roberto promised us we would have time to rest and he was right: we indeed had a long night’s sleep under the stars. A strong sunshine woke us up. I already knew Patagonia for its strong winds and changing weather, but I had no idea it could be so hot. I followed Jonathan as he wanted to see the beach down below the camp, a spot which would have tempted us to go for a swim if it had not been a glacier lake!

After enjoying a hearty breakfast in the “restaurant tent” and preparing our box lunch, we quietly started the hike to Perros. We were leaving a glacier and were heading to another one. We went uphill for a while to get to an impressive lookout from which we could admire the Dickson area. We had an unobstructed view of the dense forest we would enter, to the Perros glacier and beyond. We made our way through a lush green forest, mesmerized by the silence of the place. I took a deep breath to inhale the revitalizing pure air.  We were so far from the craziness of the city!

We left the campsite under a burning sun...

...And entered a mystic forest

Our guide Roberto had always something fascinating to tell us about the national park!

Have a sit and enjoy the view...do you see Perros glacier in the distance?

The hike was rather easy, which was good after the 32 kilometers of the day before. We could hear the roar of the nearby Perros River. We walked above the unrelenting mountain stream as we crossed a bridge in the heart of the forest. We were getting closer to the glacier! A refreshing breeze gave us the energy to brave the final hill. The breeze suddenly turned into a violent wind and a cloud of dust descended on us. We could feel the power of the glacier, which was right in front of us! We would have stayed longer if the wind had not been so strong, but what a feeling!

We reached Los Perros campsite after 15 minutes. It may have been the most relaxing campsite I had ever experienced. The tents laid in the shadow of tall lenga trees, near a small river, in the fascinating stillness of the forest. Roberto led us to a dome tent where we would spend the evening. We gathered for a coffee and as we chatted I realized how much we were revealing ourselves.

Enjoying the silence of the forest

A last effort before seeing the remote glacier!

Good idea for a desktop background, isn't it?

Perros Campsite: nothing more relaxing than a night under the trees!

Tonight's restaurant: rather charming, isn't it?

"Simplicity is beautiful". Enjoy your meal!

The circuit already seemed to be a friend-making machine! The purest simplicity of the place charmed us. We were introduced to the porters; amazing (and tough) people who carry some of our weight on the trail. They walk all day long to make sure we can hike more cozily. We all felt deep respect for their physical prowess! I could hear the trees’ leaves trembling in the cold breeze. Tomorrow we would reach the immensity of the Southern Patagonian Ice Field.

DAY 4 - Glacier Grey: 8am. We savored a hot breakfast to warm us up. Today we would cross the highest point of the circuit: John Gardner Path, at 1300 m.a.s.l/4265 feet. We would go uphill for about 600 meters, and downhill for 800 meters.  Roberto quickly reviewed our equipment. With an area of 12,363 km2 (4,773 sq mi), the Southern Ice Field is a monster of ice with its own climate. Roberto warned us: even in summer, the weather can turn extreme. We would need gloves and a good jacket to protect us from a possible rainstorm. We might have to brave strong winds. But no doubt we would enjoy the adventure!

Roberto led the troop through the muddy forest trail. Dark clouds seemed to be threatening us. Soon the trail became rockier and as we were hiking along a noisy river the vegetation melted into a desolate mountain landscape. We were moving forward slowly but surely, getting closer to the John Gardner Path we could see in the distance. The temperature was dropping down as we conquered the mountain. The Amistad glacier suddenly appeared in our right side, a picture perfect mountain glacier! We hiked in a thin rain, which was way less terrible than the storm we were expecting…We were about to reach the top! After a few steps in the snow, I heard the group shout in unison “Hooray!”. What a spectacular landscape!

Gentle start in the lenga forest...

Roberto led the group through the green valley

Group picture to honor the place: the "Friendship" (Amistad) glacier!

Come on, we can do it!

A 3-hour climb had brought us to the John Gardner Path, an incredible lookout from which we could admire the Southern Ice Field. Grey Glacier extended as far as our eyes could see. We were speechless at what we encountered. We had still five hours to hike along the glacier, and the cold rain did not allow us to stay much time at the lookout. We began the steep ascent and reached a dark forest that protected us from the bad weather.

Here and there we could observe the ice field between the trees. I was happy to have my sticks: the trail was abrupt, and quite tiring for the knees after an hour. The delicious glacier water from the mountain’s watercourses gave us the energy to cross the forest. Then the trail turned into something less exhausting. We reached El Paso campsite right in time for lunch!

Nothing - not even the cold rain - could stop us enjoying the hike!

Greetings from Grey Glacier!

Grey Lake finally appeared...what a view!

Our bodies asked for more and we were happy to continue walking while overlooking the ice field stretching between the mountains in our left side. At some parts, we had to cross wild rivers, using steep ladders above the rock. That was adventure! We were getting closer to the magnificent Grey Lake, as the sun was starting to shine again. We passed on the longest suspension bridge in the National Park, a vertiginous infrastructure in the heart of an unspoiled wilderness.

 No, we did not walk on a roller coaster (even if it seems we did it)...

...however, we indeed hiked on tremendous bridges and steep ladders

Grey campsite: no reason to complain about the setting!

Our odyssey through the forest ended as we saw the first tents of Grey refuge. We had completed what most hikers consider to be the most difficult day of the circuit! We opted for a refreshing Chilean beer in the refuge, where we happily gathered for the evening. We could not believe how beautiful the day had been yet. We had witnessed magic, enormous, surprising nature and still had five days to go.

DAY 5 - Grey Lake: The day was spectacularly beautiful and we did not hesitate a second before walking to the Grey lookout, 20 minutes away from the refuge. There we could admire the “face” of Grey glacier, and the setting was so fantastic that knowing the glacier was diminishing every year made me feel quite down. We had no right to lose such a natural marvel!

We walked through the forest and met dozens of fellow hikers doing the famous W Trek. Indeed, we had returned to the more well-known side of the mountain range. Even though it was slightly more crowded, nothing could interfere with the beauty of the setting. We hiked along the peaceful greyness of Grey lake and the electric blueness of some lonely icebergs. We admired a few lookouts on the ice field and some beautiful peaks, such as the Ferrier Mountain.

The wind suddenly got up. The trees were shaking. The sky began to get darker and darker. As we reached the beautiful Laguna de los Patos – en enchanting tiny lagoon – we lost sight of Grey Lake. A storm was arising in the sky. We made our way through a small silent valley with strange rock formations. From there we could see Punta Bariloche, one of the peaks of Paine Grande, the highest mountain in the national park. Los Cuernos, famous and impressive mountains of Torres del Paine, appeared in the distance. We reached Paine Grande refuge in the afternoon, and could not believe the beauty of its setting.

Almost impossible to take our eyes off Grey Glacier!

The view is vertiginous indeed...

As we reached Laguna Los Patos, the sky got darker. Was the weather going to turn bad?

We were at the edge of the Pehoe Lake, whose bright blueness seemed to be shining. Its water rippled in the blowing wind, creating a landscape of impressiveness and power. We sat down in the refuge’s comfy dining room. It was a big and modern refuge, with a large restroom and dormitories for those wanting an upgrade. We talked about our experiences with Jonathan and he told us of some adventures of his from his trips around the world.

Jonathan has been trekking on some of the highest peaks in the world, such as the Elbrus (highest mountain in Europe), the Kamchatka (Far East of Russia), the Everest Base Camp (Nepal), the Cotopaxi (Ecuador) and the Mustagh Atah (China). He confided he loved the Lake District in England – the place he came from – but that Patagonia was his favorite place on Earth. I felt even more blessed to be part of the circuit. Was he tired? No. The circuit was far more accessible than the places where he had been trekking.

No doubt this pristine blueness can only be found in the Pehoe Lake!

Storm on the lake...the night would be shaken!

I could feel the tiredness in my legs, but sat back and realized how good we were, all of us. I was now sure we would complete the circuit without any problem. The only thing that intimidated me was the wind, which was blowing up stronger and stronger. I hoped it would not be too strong for the next day in French Valley. I lay in my quaking tent. The movement quickly lulled me. Striking power of Mother Nature!

DAY 6 - French Valley: The night was pretty agitated; we all knew we would have to hike against the wind. Today we were heading to French Valley, a dramatic valley snaking between Paine Grande and Los Cuernos. The common trail from our refuge to Los Cuernos refuge had a distance of 22km/13mi; however a detour to the famous British lookout would be 28km/17mi. A slightly longer distance, for a steeper and more impressive trip. Roberto insisted: reaching the British Lookout only depended on our physical condition. Our legs were a bit tired, and the wind was strong. Would we reach the mountain cirque?

We departed in the early morning, leaving the campsite that seemed to have been shaken like a bottle in the sea. For about 8km/4mi, we walked in relatively flat lands, admiring the magic of the Pehoe Lake and passing dead trees that once were part of a dense forest. Here we witnessed the desolation of the 2011 fire, caused by human carelessness. We also enjoyed a unique view of Los Cuernos from the Skottsberg Lake. The landscapes reminded us of Middle Earth!

Wild warm up along the Pehoe Lake

Were we entering the Middle Earth?

We entered French Valley as we passed a suspension bridge over the French river. We were shadowed by the mountain and it looked like we were entering another world. The atmosphere changed and the trail became steeper. We took a short break at El Italiano campsite before starting the ascent: we were all optimistic for the day!

We hiked on the rock all the way up. In our left side, we were offered a breathtakingly steep landscape on the French River, whose torrent was roaring in the valley. We advanced through the lush green of the forest, with the constant view on the giant Paine Grande. Its highest peak – the highest peak of the national park with 3050m/10,000feet – was covered with clouds. That mountain was a monster of rock! Enormous glaciers were covering the whole mountain. We reached the Paine Grande lookout after about an hour and a half, as a raging wind gave us a wild welcome.  We were speechless with the mightiness of the landscape. We could see an impressive range of blue lakes down below, such as the Pehoe and the Nordenskjold lakes. The forest was endless. Paine Grande seemed to be roaring. And really, it was roaring! We heard the loud, terrifying sound of avalanches. We saw tons of snow falling off the mountain. What a spectacular, unforgettable moment!

Welcome to French Valley!

It was as if we were flying above the lakes...

We faced Paine Grande...No, the wind was not going to stop us!

“Are you alright to go there?” Roberto said. “OK, let’s go!” replied the group. It was impossible not to continue. We all wanted to experience the British Lookout. On the way up, we met fellow travelers we had met earlier. They were coming back from the British lookout, and seeing the emotion in their eyes, it was no doubt worth the hike! We crossed the forest for about an hour, in the thunder of the nearby French river. The trees protected us from the winds. In our right side, we could see massive, incredible peaks such as Cerro Hoja and the Cerro Espada. Had we reached another planet?

We braved the wind to conquer a last steep hill. An ultimate effort and we finally reached the British lookout! The extreme Patagonian weather was here. It was a cocktail of wind, rain and snow. We climbed on a rock to observe the landscape. That was such a giant mountain cirque! We could not count the peaks, with names as exotic as Cerro Catedral, Cerro Fortaleza and Cerro Cabeza del Indio which we had seen from the other side when we were in Dickson. We enjoyed our box lunch, taking advantage of a rock to protect us from the cold.

As we reached the British lookout, we entered another planet...

The British lookout is worth the hike, even in the snow

Los Cuernos refuge: a peaceful place at the feet of majestic peaks

The way down was as impressive as the way up; it offered other perspectives on the dramatic scenery. We made our way to Los Cuernos refuge on the edge of the Nordenskjold Lake and its penetrating blueness. We were hiking at the foot of Los Cuernos (The Horns), enormous granite peaks. We walked on the beach and the melody of the waves relaxed us. In and there we could see waterfalls coming off Los Cuernos. We would sleep in the shadow of the peaks, in our comfy red tents. We had a refreshing drink and a warm dinner at the refuge which was crowded with courageous hikers who, like us, were having the adventure of a lifetime. We all agreed: the hike to French Valley may have been the highlight of the circuit so far!

DAY 7 - Los Cuernos: A heavy rainfall descended on us during the night. We took off our shoes to enter the refuge and had a hot coffee to start the day off right. That was a deluge outside and we could barely see Los Cuernos. However, we all knew we would have to experience the rain after so many days in the sunshine! We started the relatively easy hike from Los Cuernos refuge to EcoCamp Patagonia, which we were looking forward to seeing again.

The rain and wind were converting the Nordenksjold Lake into a sea. We were hiking along the beautiful lake when the torrential rain finally stopped. The storm was behind us! A new mountain appeared: the Almirante Nierto Mountain, a colossal 2640m/8661ft rock titan with a few glaciers on it. Behind us, Los Cuernos were beautifully covered by rain, which gave birth to an unexpected Patagonian landscape.

A wet start...

Bye bye, Los Cuernos!

We hiked along the Almirante Nieto mountain (and above its watercourses)

A few nice lookouts punctuated the hilly trail. We never lost sight of the Nordenskjold lake. We crossed a few suspension bridges before reaching the steppe. EcoCamp was shining in the distance: after five nights in the wild, our domes were going to be a paradise! We still had an hour to before gathering in the community domes for a well-deserved Pisco Sour.

The landscapes would almost look flat after such a hike!

Being back at EcoCamp: friendliness, fun and luxury!

We all hugged when we arrived at EcoCamp! The sun was shining behind the towers. The smiling waiters offered us a delicious dinner. The food was melting in my mouth: we were hungry, but I did not expect such gourmet food! We were briefed for the next day with a glass of organic wine in the hand. My standard dome was warm, and I could not stop smiling as I was staring at the moon from my bed. This place was the incarnation of peace!

DAY 8 - The base of the Towers: We left EcoCamp at 9:30am. A plentiful buffet breakfast could not have been better to encourage us. I was ready for the last day hike with Marty, Marina, Hilde and Jonathan. We were all relaxed: the circuit had been a complete training, and our legs were to meet the mountains again. We knew, however, that the challenge was the biggest one. We had been hiking for 116km/72mi, and had still 22km/13mi to go…in one day.

We climbed the first hill that offered us a nice view on the Nordenskjold lake we had been trekking along the day before. From there we could admire the immensity of the pampa; I guess we could see until Argentina, without actually knowing it. We entered the Ascencio Valley after an hour, and were all impressed by the lookout. We could see the Ascencio river quietly snaking through the mountain. A vast lenga forest covered the valley.

It's a nice stop to feel the immensity, isn't it?

"This, my friend, is the Ascencio Valley: a hike you'll not forget"

We reached El Chileno campsite – an important meeting place for the hikers who wish to gather for a snack – and kept hiking in a silent forest, along the Ascencio river that we crossed on a wooden bridge. I stopped for a while to listen to the silence: it was a beautiful, mystic silence. The forest was crowded with trees that seemed to be whispering to us. The magic of the place reminded me of the Perros forest.

We finally started the final ascension to the towers’ lookout. We had to carefully put one foot in front of the other, as the trail was rocky and potentially slippery. Roberto guided us well through the rocks; he knew we were tired, but was quite surprised of how quick we were moving. We kept greeting the hikers we had met on the way. I was surprised of the diversity of people from around the world. This trail, which is the most famous in the national park, fascinated the whole planet.

My legs were heavy, but the summit of the towers we could see from the trail kept encouraging me. We were moving forward energetically. I heard Hilde and Jonathan’s shout: they had arrived first. A magnificent lagoon appeared, and the towers were pointing at the sky in a postcard-perfect landscape. “Wow”! I had no words to describe this. To top it all, the weather was fine. Roberto explained us the fascinating yet complex geology of the place. Planet Earth will never stop surprising us. For all of us, it was one of the most incredible places we had seen. We took our time and had lunch in front of the towers. We would never forget it.

The final ascent: a series of rocks and trees!

Wow...that's big.

The last but not least highlight of the circuit...

We came back happy. We had done our last steps of the circuit, had seen some of the most impressive marvels on Earth, and were about to spend a great night at EcoCamp. The luscious dinner itself would not content us: we needed to party. We needed to be together, as an old group of friends which has shared something unbelievable. We congratulated each other and, as the night was falling, we kept having fun in the EcoBar. Tomorrow we will have to say goodbye to a marvelous place and to marvelous people. But who wanted to think about tomorrow?

DAY 9 - Adios Torres del Paine!: I stretched in front of the Reception dome. There was a lukewarm wind blowing across the land. It was as if the mountains were saying goodbye. “So, we’re doing it again?” I said to the group. We laughed. We could do it another time just to get to know each other better, and to experience the beauty of Torres del Paine again. But we had to leave.

Marty and Marine were going to take part in a kayak adventure that looked amazing. Hilde and Jonathan were heading to Argentina. I was going home. We finally joined the Paine Circuit Alumni Club, after having taken around 175,000 steps and burnt at least 7000 calories! We hugged Roberto Carlos, who had been such a valuable person during the trek. Under a burning Patagonian sunshine, we promised to each other we would meet again. Adios, amigos…The van’s door slammed. See you soon Patagonia!

Adios my friends!

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