Laguna Torre.

November 16th 2018. Day hike to Laguna Torre, El Chalten, Argentina

A fast pace and a high line on moraine. Focused on the rhythm of the trail with its merry beat of movement. The native lenga trees gently wave us on our way as we traverse. On the other side of the mountain, the deepest green foliage grasps and creeps its way from valley floor toward the summits, halted only by altitude and poor soil. A thin mist hangs low over the lake. Milky iced, mineral rich. All is shades of brown and dirty blue. Rock, water, fog, ice. The glacier sweeps in on a dramatic curve. It’s surface dirtily dusted like cinnamon on meringue. Crystal blue cuts in white fondant. Rock and snow peaks appear between fog and sun, quietly reminding those below of their presence. At the head of the lake, it is now snowing. The view obscured by the delicate show of a millions flakes. The only sounds are the distant roar of steep waters and the whispered pat-pat of these tiny dancers.