At what feels like the end of the world is a sparsely populated area called Patagonia and sitting in the southern Chilean region of Patagonia is a national Park named Torres Del Paine. I have just returned from an epic 2.5 weeks of trekking through the wilds of Patagonia which all began right here - Parque Nacional Torres del Paine. When we arrived in the park the winds were unlike anything I had experienced before, easily gusting upwards of 150km/h so after a wild afternoon and night we ventured out to the shores of Lake Pehoe for what was quickly shaping up as a very miserable sunrise. It was wet, windy and cold. The clouds were low and the centrepiece of the park, the spectacular Cuernos del Paine was barely even visible. However as I would soon learn, Patagonian weather is anything but predictable and as I was ready to seek shelter from the sideways rain I spotted a break in the clouds right above the Cordillera, a break which was spreading fast. I made a dash to higher ground and within moments it was gone. Wild weather, wickedly fast moving light and colossal scenes so enormous and striking that cameras cannot begin to pay homage to their grandeur. Welcome to Patagonia.
Light of the cuernos
