the best feeling in the world

Day 5

i woke up early this morning having not really slept at all. i kept waking up with nightmares of the day to come. the wind hadn't started howling and the rain continued to pound.

at breakfast, no one really spoke. everyone felt the same. scared, disappointed, discouraged.

luckily, a couple came in the door who looked like they had just hiked here. i quickly asked them how bad the wind was over the ridge and they said that they looked like i was crazy. they said there was no wind at all. GOOD NEWS.

leighton and i packed up our stuff and were ready to go by 7:30am. xavier told us yesterday that he hoped to be at our campamento by 10:30am. we twiddled our thumbs and at 9:30am, a very wet and soggy xavier walks in the door. he was smart enough to not try and attempt to see the torres. no one did because the rain was so bad. in fact, some of the rivers had risen so high that they washed out some of the bridges!

we peaced out as fast as we could and literally ran back to hostería de torres. it was raining, but that didn't matter because we were so close to safety!

when we reached the bottom, we treated ouselves to a nice almuerzo. of course, as soon as we were dry inside...the rain stopped, the clouds parted, the sun shined, and the torres glistened. we watched horses, foxes, and birds all sunbathe. it really wasnt fair. but at this point, we were just thankful to has escaped the beast that was patagonia.

on our way back to puerto natales, we went over this bridge that made you want to suck in your stomach it was such a tight squeeze.

we crashed when we got back.