11.2.1 Perito Moreno Glacier
Now that I’ve transferred the extent of my glacial knowledge to you, I’ll give a run down of how February 15th 2013 panned out. The bus journey from minivan, to bus, to National Park went smoothly, and began at 7am. Our guide told us a few Fun Facts on the scenic route in. We were given time to walk around to the Look Outs and get a good view of the glacier. Despite being an overcast day, it was still possible to see the glacier receding far back into the valley. A couple of years ago, a big piece of the glacier broke off in Hollywood fashion (it was caught on camera) and even now there were creaks and crashes as clumps came off the outer edge. Similar to the avalanches of 12.1.1, it sounded a bit like thunder. This was the first proper DPP opportunity, and cameras duly did the rounds. It was then a quick ferry across to nearer the glacier. The group was split off into Spanish and English speakers and we layered up before making an hour’s hike to the ‘base camp’ and final preparations. The main bits of kit were sunglasses, a harness, and crampons. Firstly, the sunglasses. The guy at the hostel said they were necessary, however I didn’t have any with me. He kindly offered me his, so amongst the action-ready, ergonomic glasses of the group, this unSerious Adventurer was sporting a pair of aviators (see photos/ outtakes) Secondly, the crampons. These were metal outer shoes to facilitate grip on the ice. They reminded me a bit of the old-fashioned bear traps from cartoons only with the spikes facing down. These were fixed on, and then we took our first steps. Across the white landscape there was lots of blue where caves had been made, rivers were flowing, or simply holes had formed in the ice. As with the glacier in Torres del Paine, the spectrum of blues was stunning. At one point we observed one of the epic ‘drain holes’, where water crashed down to the base of the glacier. To be on the safe side, we were led up one by one and held secure as we peered down (see photo) All the water was drinkable meaning we were always refreshed. Walking past a small lagoon/ lake I enquired whether it would be possbile for a quick dip (similar to 9.5.1) but Diego, our guide, said it might be a bit nippy. And besides, I’d forgotten my trunks.. Lunch was had at a spot protected by the breeze, then we continued our hike across the ice dunes to good vantage point across the front part of PM. Diego advised that this was probably the best DPP spot so the camera exchange began again. Mine ended up in the hands of a burly Austrian who insisted (voluntarily or not) on pulling funny faces. This resulted in a few more snaps in the Outtakes folder (see photos) with the ice desert as a backdrop. On the walk back we took in the last of the sensation of having ice under foot and crunched back to the edge. Upon taking off the crampons and stepping once more on dry land, my chunky boots in comparison felt like slippers and I glided back to the base camp where we were given cake. This was not the end of the treats though, as on the final boat back to the bus, we were all given a whisky with a chunk of ice in it from the glacier. It was almost fizzy with the bubbles it held within it, and was probably the first time the “scotch” part has been less interesting than the bit “on the rocks”. With the sky cleared, the bus back allowed some pleasant views of the sun setting over the glacier. It was then an hour’s journey back in El Calafate where we got dropped by the supermarket. For some reason I found myself looking for the Fox’s Mints..