i recently returned from a trip to patagonia with my dear friend matt gee, and can honestly say that i've never seen anything that has inspired me so much in the quiets of my soul. torres del paine national park is situated in the middle of nowhere. matt and i took a flight to the southern-most airport, punta arenas, and then a bus four hours north to puerto natales, and then another hour and a half bus ride to the park itself.
it is unexpectedly extremely flat with you arrive in very south, which makes it even more shocking when you finally crest a rise and the torres (towers) are there, breaking the horizon.
we had planned to do the famous "W", named so for the shape the path takes when you look at a bird's eye view. it was a four or five day hike, and matt and i had come equipped to really do it. the following is a brief overview of what we were privileged to see while we were there.
