|Patagonia! X 2|
|At Camp Torres. Not to be confused with Refugio Torres|
45 minutes before the bus was supposed to pick us up, my pack, exclusive of the layers of clothing I was wearing and the heavy hiking boots, weighed in at 30kg. For the lib arts majors, that is three times more than I should be carrying and well over half my weight.
I certainly have no extraordinary strengths that this was going to be anywhere near acceptable, so with the help of three guys that were hanging out in the common area and happen to pack light, I tried to whittle away the unecessaries. "Keep the toothpaste, but you don't really need deodorant." I kept the deodorant, but that just shows how light I was already packed considering I'd stuffed the entire tent and sleeping bag INSIDE my backpack. Clothing and medical supplies were not an option so food was going to have to be the only thing. Deciding against hot meals, I had no stove or gas to carry. I nixed a few of the heavier food items and got down to a whopping 27kg. Still a stupidly heavy for my small frame, but it was going to have to work. There really was no other choice.
|Foodstuffs. Dropped the two cans upper left. Will it be enough food? We'll see.|
Anyway, we got extremely lucky with weather. No freezing, sideways rain that chilled you to the bone. Mostly bright, shining sun with blue skies and whispy clouds. And wind. OH BOY, was there wind. Wind so strong that I had to immediately sit my butt down behind a rock on many occasions or risk being blown over... off a cliff. There were some interesting situations that I was in and more than a few decisions that remain questionable but the rest of the details of the trek are to be continued. Stay tuned.
|Blue skies! (No that's not me, my pack was bigger relative to my size)|