With a base camp established, today’s trekking is with camera gear and day pack only, a welcomed relief from hauling full packs. Not five minutes into our hike, Kyle looks back and notices that Mount Fitz Roy is totally clear. Knowing how infrequently this happens with good light I jumped on the opportunity to capture the scene.

Our destination is the viewpoint of Cerro Torres from above Laguna Torres. The round trip takes us 6 hours to complete. When we arrive at the mirador, Cerro Torres is completely shrouded in clouds. It is said that visitors have a 1 in 10 chance of catching an unobstructed view on any given visit. Disappointment about the cloudy conditions instantly gave way to excitement over the katabatic winds. I have no way of knowing for sure (driving with my torso sticking out of the sun roof in a limo being my only frame of reference) but I would estimate sustained winds of 50 mph with frequent gusts to 70 mph. The video which I shot is far more compelling than the still photos.

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During the last 45 minutes of our return to camp we encountered a light rain, which eventually transitioned to barely perceptible snow and then to highly perceptible albeit tiny hail. Anyone familiar with sand blasting will appreciate the sensation of these tiny balls of ice, driven by a horizontal wind, smashing into ones face. Between the hail and continuously dropping temperature, Kyle and I decided to get bundled up inside the tent. The soup I cooked under the vestibule of the tent helped to warm us from the inside out and made it easier to fall asleep much earlier than normal.