Posted: 4/14/16 | April 14th, 2016
I came to Patagonia to tune out, clear my mind, hike, and learn to enjoy camping. I hate camping and can count on one hand the number of nights I’ve spent in a tent. As an insomniac, I prefer beds, hot water, and flush toilets. Even as a kid, when my friends and I went camping, I never enjoyed the experience – I only went to be with my friends.
After a night in Santiago, my tour group flew down to Patagonia, where we geared up for the famous “W Trek” in Torres del Paine National Park. The park, founded in 1959, is home to glaciers and glacial lakes, deep valleys, famous granite mountains, and beautiful pine forests.
More than 100,000 people visit each year, making it one of the top destinations in South America. The W Trek is so named because it follows the natural formations of three valleys, thereby forming a W shape. It’s the most popular circuit in the park, as it hits all the major sights: Glacier Grey, the French Valley, and the picture-perfect Torres Towers.
As we approached the park on the first day, giant gray mountains rose high above us and a cloudless blue sky stretched out in infinity. Everyone on the bus gave a collective gasp as it came into view.
While our guides stopped to get our camping and hiking permits, we all piled out for photographs. The crisp air, grass waving in the wind, and sheer mountainsides awakened in me a primordial love for nature.
Continuing on, the paved road gave way to dirt and the bus — lacking any shocks — jostled us around as if it had morphed into a carnival ride. After a choppy ferry ride across the lake, we finally arrived at Paine Grande camp, our home for the first two nights of four days of hiking.
Instead of doing the W in a continuous line, we would hike two portions from this camp, doubling back each night to rest our bones.
We dropped our bags and set off on the first trek to Glaciar Grey, so named for its gray hue produced from light being reflected by the soil and the dirt it smashes and carries as it proceeds down the mountains and into the lakes.
Behind us was Lake Pehoe with its deep, crystal blue water. The wind picked up and we came to a lookout point high above Lago Grey.
Battling gusts that kept pushing us off balance, we took photos of the glacier before scrambling down from the lookout. After a quick snack among the rocks, we stepped back on the path, and the wind died down as we descended into the pine forest.
After dinner, we retired to our tents. We had an early wake-up call. I can see why our ancestors of yore were the “early to bed, early to rise” types: when there’s no power or light, there’s not much to do. But, as an insomniac, it’s hard for me to sleep in a normal bed, let alone a tent. With the temperature dropping, the wind whipping, and only a thin mattress pad underneath me, it took me hours to fall asleep.
When my eyes finally closed, I wondered if I would ever have it in me to fall in love with camping.
The next morning, we woke to a warm and clear day. On our 22 km hike through the French Valley, we ascended through burned forest, across rivers, and along a valley before arriving at Glaciar Francés. There, melting ice came crashing off cliffs like intense thunder. We stood in the glacier’s shadow, eating lunch and waiting to spy the cracking ice.
We would hear the boom and hope to quickly spot the ice and snow cascading down the mountain. We stayed an hour before descending but looked back at the sound of each new crash, hoping to catch just one more glimpse of the glacier’s ice falling.
Back at camp that night, the temperature was colder, the rain came pouring down, and the wind whipped so hard it blew part of our tent down, causing Nadine to scramble out and pound the poles back in with her hiking shoes. I wondered how people got used to this. There would be no sleep for me for the second night in a row.
The next day, the rain continued as we made our way to the ferry taking us to our final camp, Refugio Las Torres. There wasn’t much hiking that day, and as the wind blew and rain came at us sideways, I was glad I had called ahead and booked a dorm bed in the campground’s hostel.
After two nights in a cold, wet tent, I needed a change. Patagonia was beautiful and the relaxing break I needed, but I also needed sleep — and I wasn’t getting any.
But in bed that night, it was as if I was sleeping on a cloud. I was warm and comfy, and even the loudest snorer in the world in the next room didn’t ruin my sleep. I realized then that I am a camping wimp and that staying in a tent is not for me. Maybe I should try glamping. As much as I love the outdoors, I also love beds and hot showers!
On the last day, we set out to tackle the park’s most famous hike: the 22km round-trip to the Torres Towers, one of the most difficult I’ve done since the 20km Tongariro Alpine Crossing in New Zealand.
But these three towers set on a glacial lake are picture-perfect, with their granite, ice-covered spires set above an aquamarine lake. I could swear it was a photo used as a computer’s background wallpaper.
After my group ascended to the top of the lookout, ate lunch, and started the descent, I opted to stay longer. I wasn’t ready to leave. Two hours later, as the clouds rolled in and the wind picked up, I finally began my descent back to camp, the last to leave the viewpoint.
The time I spent there allowed me to clear my head, still my mind for a moment, and enjoy the present — something I hadn’t done in a long time.
As we headed out of the park the following day, I was thankful for the trip. Being offline and in nature was a much-needed mental break after some recent panic attacks. Patagonia was one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever been to. It’s one of those locations on earth that makes you realize how small you are and just how grand and significant the world truly can be.
To get to Torres del Paine, you can take a tour or head down on your own by going from Puerto Natales, Chile, where buses leave regularly and drop you off at the ferry to Paine Grande camp or the camp gate itself.
If you’re visiting solo, check out this blog by Breakaway Backpacker, who did the trek solo last year. He has a lot of information on prices, booking, and what gear you’ll need. (Since I was on a tour, that was provided for me.)
The park is easy to explore, but as someone with little camping experience, I was glad to have a guide who knew the trails, gave us a history of the park, and added information and facts about the flora and fauna. You don’t get that when you’re alone! If you’re like me and not big into camping, I suggest a tour!
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