Cerro Torre

In the late morning we left camp and headed for El Chaltén, where we bagged some real beds and a hot shower. Then it was off to see the elusive Cerro Torre: not quite as tall as Fitzroy, nor as broad, but this peak resembles a canine tooth, slender, shooting skywards. The top third was shrouded in clouds, but did we mind? Not a bit of it, and the nature trail through all the woodlands more than made up for it; after all, earlier in the morning Jon had seen a red-headed woodpecker (Carpentero Grande)!