Miserable failures
After being inspired to new heights chatting to a Canadian who has just climbed Mount Fitz Roy we head back to town for hot chocolate.
We unzipped the tent to a white campsite (Simon was not impressed when I tried to clamber out of the tent and knocked a load of snow into his sleeping bag) (while he was in it). The snow was beautiful though, with everything like a winter wonderland, trees and mountains covered in white. The Cerro Torre (the moutain peak that we trekked there to see) was still engulfed in the clouds (hummm it doesn't bloody exist) and we were cold, exhausted and amazed that we had survived the night. As we couldn't see anything of the views, we couldn't feel our feet and because our sleeping bags are about 15 degrees out of the temperature zone of this part of the world, we decided to head back to town defeated and trek the park by day trips.
Photos of snowy stuff to follow very soon!!










