Fin del Mundo [ 10 of 11 ]

On the last day in Chile, we went on a pretty popular day hike to see Torres del Paine. But because it was raining the night before, it was snowing at that altitude. It was all slush and wet, slippery ice. My other friends that happen to be making the trip to Patagonia at the same time just finished the W trek and had to trudge through that with packs. Not to mention all the elevation gain with said packs! They’re beasts. ​​

​When we were gaining elevation, we saw the snow covered mountains with small mist over them. It was absolutely beautiful.

We walked through thick layers of mud and sludge. (Waterproof hiking boots FTW.) When you were in the foresty areas you had to be careful bc the trees with snow are slowly melting and will smack you in the head with snow leaving its branches.

When we got to the top, we barely could see the entire Torres del Paine. We waited it out a bit and saw just a small glimpse.

The snow was super thick and we were just sludging through it as fast as we could. Going down wasn’t as pretty with the slick ice. Going down after a hike always feels longer than the way up… mostly bc there’s no amazing view to look forward to. But once the sun came up and melted all the snow away, it felt like a completely different hike.

After our days hike, it was already 8pm, but we decided to take the scenic route home. We drove around Torres del Paine and took in the scenery. The vastness and grandness of the mountain range is indescribable.

We wish we could’ve stayed a few more days just to drive through the park. The glaciers, lakes, mountains and wildlife could’ve been explored for another week. Guess we’ll just have to come back another time. It’s been real, Patagonia.

Originally published on 1/5/16 at

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