My last day in Puerto Natales was supposed to be a rest day, but the famous Patagonian winds had dictated otherwise. Postponing my mountain biking adventure until my penultimate day in Patagonia due to calamitous winds meant that I had only one day left to crag – and crag I did.
The weather was cooperative for the most part, minus some gusts of wind and drops of rain. We had the crag all to ourselves – perfect conditions for on-sights of super mellow, single pitch climbs and slow, methodical sips of freshly brewed maté:
The view from the top was stunning, and we had the good fortune of seeing Andean Condors – three in a row – soar right by us. It was the closest I’d seen these majestic birds, and although I wasn’t quick enough to snap a photo, I’ve the memory of a lifetime.