February 19

The Place Where Everyone Walks on Ice in Chile and Argentina

South America

Endless ice in Patagonia

Endless ice in Patagonia

Ice in Patagonia

I know before I unzip the tent that I will find ice outside. I know, because there was ice there last night. Ice on the path, ice hanging like swords from the trees  and ice, simply ice, forming the glacier.

Patagonia promised me an adventure and Parque Nacional Los Glaciales delivered.

I joined a small group yesterday, plucked from the simple town of El Calafate, with its lines of wooden cabanas and hotchpotch of people from around the globe. Following our education at the park’s entrance (don’t pee in the streams because everyone drinks from the water) we set off at a pace, striding through pebbled boulders, dark pines and slippery paths.

Our guide, a lean man wearing a T-shirt, didn’t have time for slackers.

Glaciers in Patagonia

“It is too cold to stop,” he said, as an American paused to take a photo. Hibernating beneath fleeces, thermal underwear and a surprisingly itchy hat, I wondered about giving tips on outdoor clothing. In the end I decided against it.

Even he layered up, however, when we reached the glacial stream. The water gushed with unsettling ferocity, a young buck of a river looking to make his mark on the world.

I glanced around for a bridge and realised that the adventure would start earlier than expected. Some well-practiced threading of equipment (on the guide’s part, not mine) suspended a cable across this churning gash in the rocks.

Before I knew it, I was in the harness and clipping on. It’s easier to go first, right?

Ice climbing and trekking and crossing glacial streams in Patagonia

Crossing a Glacial River

My frozen hands clutched the cable, I stepped towards the torrent, flicked my legs up – and missed.

Never mind. I’d have to make do without. One, two, one two, hand after hand, keep on going. I must be doing this wrong, though. Where the hell did my legs go?

All I can see is the flat sky above and the domineering line of the cable. One, two, one, two. Don’t look down, don’t listen.

That second instruction is impossible. The water drenches my senses, a raging, deafening rampage.

I have a strange flashback to swimming backstroke at school: the sensory deprivation, the rhythmic movement.

My head thuds into a rock.

The pain from not looking where I’m going.

I’ve arrived intact, even if my dignity hasn’t. As I watched the others flail across, lungs sharp with the freshness that only cold air provides, I allowed myself to feel a little proud.

Crampons on the ice

In Patagonia on the ice: wearing crampons

The next day, we needed crampons. It wasn’t my first time (I had all of one day’s experience) but it felt as familiar as strapping cheese graters to my wrists and walking down the street on my hands.

Crampon teeth sink into the ice to offer more security, the base straps on to my boot. Many of the ridges are narrower than my foot. If I fall, it won’t be to ground. It’ll be into that crevasse with its death-blue tinge and promise of an icy coffin.

My bravery at the bridge is soon forgotten.

The British policewoman strides along. The American photographer makes great progress. The guide has all but disappeared.

If I don’t hurry, I’ll lose the safe path and have to fend for myself.

Endless ice in Patagonia

Shaken by Falling and Ice

All I can imagine is falling and I’m shaken, really shaken. I need to focus on something else because this cannot possibly help.

By some miracle, I catch up. We must have finished because aside from this lily pad of ice, a solid glacial wall stretches up, up and up for thirty metres or more

Then the ice axes appear.

“I’ll go first,” I hear someone say and then I realise it was me.  Some part of the tangled miasma that calls itself my brain has responded without my permission. Shamed after the feeble performance on horizontal ice, it suddenly thinks that vertical would be better.

I brace myself. Groin-chafing harness – check. Rope – check. Rudimentary instructions and total lack of experience – check.

Stunning wildlife in Patagonia Torres del Paine

Vertical Ice: Bringing out the axe in Patagonia

The technique, as far as I can make out, is to sling each axe into the wall and then kick the foot spears into the ice afterwards. And repeat. Within seconds my lungs burn, my shoulders shriek and my conscious mind tries to concentrate on anything other than the fact that I am clinging to H2O with less than a centimetre of cheap, damaged metal.

This time I really can’t hear anything, except for the crunch, the swish and the slunch of my poorly orchestrated movements.

My toes turn numb and all I can see is the ice. White, sparkling, incandescent ice. But suddenly, my axe finds air, flailing, empty air.

I have arrived. I have climbed the wall.

I look over my shoulder at the insect-like people below, my hands trembling with adrenaline and exertion.

Complete. Conquered. Cowered.

I fall slowly, softly down on the ropes until my feet reach solid ground.

Ground? No, it’s the ice I’m thankful for.

Stunning Hosteria Pehoe in Chile Torre del Paine

How to Arrange A Trip to  Patagonia

Where is Patagonia?

Patagonia is the southernmost part of Argentina and Chile, named after the legendary Big Foot creatures who roamed here.

There are many different tour companies that can help you arrange a trip to Patagonia. Alternatively, you can travel there independently and just join guided tours when you need ice climbing expertise.

Driving in Patagonia

Driving in Patagonia

However, on this occasion, we arranged our flights independently and then hired a car when we arrived (we spent a few days in Buenos Aires first.) Driving is pretty straightforward in Patagonia, the roads are empty with good tarmac and the signs are good.

When is the best time to travel to Patagonia?

The biggest obstacle is the weather. It's only really a good idea to head to Patagonia between late November and early March. It's a long way from most English speaking spots so leave yourself at least two weeks to make the most of the area.

How to get your bearings in Patagonia & Patagonian Highlights

El Calafate and Ushuaia serve as the base towns for the wild outdoors. Torres del Paine and Parque Nacional Los Glaciales are outstanding places to spend a few days. The Perito Mereno Glacier also lives within reach of the El Calafate (it's the glacier with the arch that collapsed that you have probably seen on many an advert about global warming.)

Beyond the ice, there are curious relics of colonial history in the form of Bristolian farms and communities with a rich Welsh heritage.

Where to stay in Patagonia?

Don't panic, despite this article, you don't have to camp. There are number of fresh wooden cabanas dotted along Patagonia that feel very luxurious. Don't miss the beautiful lakeside Hosteria Pehoe in Torres del Paine, beloved of instagram feeds and offering impossibly scenic views.

However, it is worth camping in the parks for at least one night. Nothing beats seeing this world-class landscape as the sun comes up.

Watching the sun set over the ice in Patagonia

So what do you think? Would you like to visit Patagonia? And would you go ice climbing if you did?


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  • It’s always odd when I’m jealous of other people’s travels when I’m traveling myself….but….oh. my. gawd. That is just gorgeous. More and more I’m thinking my next trip needs to be to South America (and I love to camp, so that seems pretty ideal to me!)

    • Oh, Patagonia lives firmly in my top 10 most beautiful places in the world so it’s definitely worth the camping! Where are you right now?

  • Thank you for sharing your experience. Mountains are the only thing that attracts me. This place has amazing mountains to climb. Love the images that you clicked. :)

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