Patagonia is a land of contrasts. Turquoise green lakes almost glow amongst grey glacial moraines, as dense ice grinds away at gigantic granite monoliths, sculpting valleys and lakes, the landscape remains in a state of continuous transformation.
The human eye has marveled at these ranges for thousands of years, and as the lichen and beech forests have crept on such inhospitable and storm ridden terrain, so has the curious climber. Going further than just admiration, and attempting to scale the vertical towers that rise up between the flat pampas and erratic Patagonian Archipelago.
As I read Alan Kearney’s ‘Mountaineering in Patagonia’, tales of incredible first ascents makes me dream of having been here during the late 50s and 60s - climbing in what Renowned Slovenian alpinist Silvo Karo would call, ‘The Real Patagonia’. Early European expeditions ventured here to stake their claim on
