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If it’s winter, it’s Patagonia.

I’ve met many a trekker and backpacker who come November, or even earlier, hang up their trekking poles and put their sleeping bag and pack away for the season.

But winter isn’t the season of the couch; it’s actually the season of exploration, by simply looking to the Southern Hemisphere.

Hiking towards the French Valley in Torres del Paine.

It’s their summer obviously, and our spring is their fall.

Both winter and spring to us are wonderful times to experience their summer and fall.

The famous towers which Torres del Paine National Park is named after.

In particular, I love Patagonia.

Of all of the places I have been, it is the wildest, wind swept, desolate, surprising, and invigorating place I have ever been to and I know this will sound weird, has the freshest air I have ever breathed.

I think this is because of several factors, you are close to the coast and to some degree Antarctica. There is little development of any kind, and the fierce winds (more on that in a minute) keep this pristine air blowing in from the southern seas.

Of course all of this makes for wonderful star gazing as well, provided you aren’t so tired that you can stick your head out of the tent and look up.

Weather in Patagonia is wildly unpredictable, you can get snow in March.

I never forget stepping out of my tent in the middle of the night to pee, looking up and being absolutely stunned. Now I have been to the Himalayas, trekked to Everest Base Camp, and I personally believe Patagonia’s stars beat Nepal’s. Could be the absence of yak dung smoke wafting from stoves(of course that is one of the charms of Nepal), but I digress.

I also think that the remoteness of Patagonia, lends itself to fewer people, less development, less smog, fewer trekkers and a more pleasing experience.

Backpackers set out at dawn on the W Trek, one of Patagonia's more well known treks.

For instance, to get to Torres del Paine Park in Chile, I had to fly over night (8 hours) to Santiago, Chile, then take a plane (4 hours) to Punta Arenas (home port of the Magellan Strait), then take a three hour bus ride to Puerto Natales (the jumping off point for Torres del Paine) and then in my case take a two hour boat ride into a neighboring park and then a zodiac boat ride up into the park. That last choice was for scenery, I could have driven from Puerto Natales into the park, but nevertheless, you get the sense that this is one remote territory.

Getting to Argentina’s side of Patagonia and famed Los Glaciares National Park, which houses the dramatic Fitz Roy and Cerro Torre massifs, isn’t much easier. After flying overnight to either Buenos Aires or Santiago, you then need to fly to El Calafate, then hop on a four-hour bus ride.

You can do both of these trips, by the way, Torres del Paine Park and Los Glaciares National Park in the same trip.

You would probably need two weeks to do these properly.

Patagonia's notorious winds whip water plumes up sixty feet in the air.

But the wildness of Patagonia is something to see now before it comes developed.

The weather and winds of Patagonia add to this sense of wilderness. My first day we encountered 90 mile per hour gusts at Grey Glacier overlook. That night huddled in our tent, we felt 60 mile hour winds and horizontal snow whip our tent. The next day we were sent scrambling back down the French Valley by horizontal sleet, and on our last day we hiked up to the famous Towers in three inches of snow. But I truly loved every minute of it. This was adventure.

Patagonia is a feast for the eyes and your camera. Just plow through your Instagram feeds, ever notice how many shots are of the Towers, Fitz Roy and Cerro Torre?

The mountains simply frame themselves. They are rugged, fierce looking and rise stoically by themselves. Compared to the Himalayas where one majestic peak runs into another, these peaks rise up separately by themselves as if to say, “take my picture”. So framing is more graphic and heroic.

One last note: trash is noticeably absent. Unlike parts of Asia, Patagonia is simply pristine. I noticed our guide would bend down to collect even the smallest gum wrapper. It was as if he was thinking it would be a sin to besmirch this pristine wilderness.

It is 4 am. I am standing in a blizzard, 60 mile per hour winds driving snowflakes up my nostrils, shivering. I am dressed merely in a t-shirt, pants and hiking boots and I can’t find my tent.

As I approach what I think is my tent I whisper, “Andrew?” A gruff voice responds, “NOT Andrew. “

It was our first night in Patagonia and being 59 I had to get up to pee. Unfortunately I had not paid attention to what color our tent was. And there were only a mere 60 tents to choose from in our campground. Can you get hypothermia going to the bathroom in the middle of the night I wonder?

I was in the Pehoe Campground, for many the first campground on the glorious W Trek in Patagonia’s Torres del Paine National Park, Chile.

Two things had already struck me that first day. Just how absolutely stunning the landscape is. And two, just how fierce the infamous Patagonia weather can be.

Hiking up to Grey’s Glacier we had experienced 90 mile gusts that knocked you down if you didn’t lean into them.

Patagonia has mountains and fjords as far as the eye can see.

The rawness of this country is can be attributed to several things. The inaccessibility of the land, the landscape, lack of people, lack of development and yes the weather.

To get there from where I lived in Connecticut, I had to fly overnight from New York to Santiago, then take a four hour flight to Punta Arenas and then take a three hour bus ride (where all you see are sheep ranches, pampas and mountains peeking in the distance) to Puerto Natales. 15 hours of travel time alone. And even then you still aren’t in Torres del Paine Park. I think this is why the region thankfully isn’t developed yet.

The day after our bus arrived at the bus terminal in Puerto Natales opposite the town’s jail (I would suggest the mayor move one of the two to enhance tourism), we took a scenic boat ride, past penguins, waterfalls and glaciers towards the park. And got our first glimpse of the famous towers looming in the distance.

It’s important to note here: that the W trek typically takes four days. Our trek with Southern Explorations was designed so we saw the famous towers last. Looking back on it, I definitely preferred seeing the towers last. . Otherwise instead of taking a boat up the fjord towards the park one would drive and begin at the other end near Paine Campground and do the towers first. By saving the hike to the towers for the last day, we were in effect saving the best for last.

After getting off the boat in Bernardo O’Higgins Park, we hiked up to see magnificent Serrano Glacier. If you’ve ever doubted climate change, this will certainly change your mind as you hike past marker after marker designating where the terminus of the glacier used to be.

We then suited up in weather gear for a thrilling zodiac boat ride up the Serrano River to enter Torres del Paine National Park.

After a night camped by the Serrano River, we took a boat the next morning across Lake Pehoe in high winds. We were supposed to take a boat to Grey Glacier but it was cancelled due to high waves from the fierce winds that blew across the lake... a hint of the weather to come.

This was to be our first leg of the W Trek, we hiked up to Grey Glacier. At Grey Glacier overlook, we experienced 90 mile an hour winds. Which literally knocked you down if you didn’t lean into the wind. We then hiked back down and camped in Pehoe Campground.

This campground is the big jumping off point for the W Trek and other treks so it is the most crowded. And this was where I got lost at 4 in the morning.

Peeking out of our tent, we awoke to see the sunrise exploding over Lake Pehoe. It is one of the most stunning sunrises I have ever witnessed. There was a light covering of snow around us and a good dusting of snow on the Paine Massif above us.

We hiked beneath the Paine Massif that morning towards the French Valley.

Winds hitting scenic Lake Nordenskjold sent water plumes hurtling up 80 feet in the air. While the sky was clear, it was another hint of the weather to come.

Hiking up into beautiful French Valley we needed to turn back down as horizontal rain and sleet forced the park service to close the northern overlook.

Our “trail” was now a foot deep torrent. And we ended the day, cold, wet and tired at Refugio Cuernos. The refugios are a Patagonia tradition. They are buildings where you can buy meals, warm yourself by potbelly stoves and if necessary rent a shared bunk room (ala a hostel) with the bathroom down the hall. Some refugios also rent cabins.

We warmed up, ate dinner that night in the refugio, listened to wild tales of Patagonia from our guide Alejandro and headed back out to our tent.

The next day started out cold and snowy, but the view of the mountain above the refugio was incredible. Snow dusted peaks peaked out of snow clouds.

Within a couple of hours the sun had come back out, and the day brightened as we sat by the lake looking in awe at Mount Almirante Nieto.

Because of the wind and proximity to the coast, the air in Patagonia is the freshest I have ever breathed. Fresher than Nepal. Photographs are some of the crispest I have ever seen. There is no haze, no air pollution. And the trails are pristine. Alejandro would stop to pick up the smallest gum wrapper. Clearly litter is something the Chilean culture doesn’t tolerate.

Towards the end of the day the peak of Cerro Paine beckoned, and we headed to Camp Torres, our campground for the last night. The refugio here is by far the nicest. And some choose to camp here because of that even though it means a longer hike the next day up to the Towers. There is a closer refugio in the mountains below the Towers.

The next morning we woke up to another wonderful sunrise and hiked beneath Patagonia’s famous lenticular clouds past Cerro Paine. The hike from the base in Camp Torres can take anywhere from three to four hours depending upon weather. As we hiked up that morning we noticed some horses dwarfed by the mountains above.

As we got within an hour of the towers we were climbing in close to half a foot of freshly fallen snow. It was slippery but stunning.

Alejandro led us to a ledge slightly above the lake at the Towers for some unique photographs.

I found the Towers stunning, but the view back across the valley (which showed a storm approaching) was equally awe-inspiring.

After some celebratory shots and back slaps we trudged back down from the towers to Camp Torres. It had been a wonderful trip. And as we drove out of the Park we took photograph after photograph of the Towers that loomed in the distance.

It is sometimes best to look back upon trips after doing a few more and seeing how they each linger.

Patagonia is simply stunning. Clean, fresh, raw, rugged and a hundred other adjectives that can’t capture a marvelous wind swept landscape of seemingly endless mountains.

I hope I return to passionate Patagonia many times in my lifetime.