Torres del Paine

There is a saying ¨el que quiere celeste que le cueste¨ Well, I wanted baby blue, and it cost me. Days of fighting with the elements and wild beasts (rain, snow, ¡damn mice!) and days of testing my testicular fortitude have been the mark of these last 6 days at Torres del Paine. But along came the rewards: fantastic views and majestic displays of mother nature´s power was my daily bread here at Torres...
Day 6:
Woke up at 0540; geared up at 0550; started to walk at 0600; distance 100mts long, 493 mts high. Knee high snow, snow dust on my face, the park ranger lend me some snow shoes but that meant I had to lead the pack (he had to stay back) Skid, fall, stumble, fall, skid. Arrive 0705 at the Torres´s lookout point to watch the Towers at sunrise. 3 gargantuous granite slate like mountains. Massive, impresive, cold, gray, but then, the sun rises and hits them like a blow torch working the granite. Then it comes alive. Red, bright red. 1st the top, and then like it was a curtain the red dresses all of the towers. For 10 magic minutes the towers burst with live to then go into their ancestral sleep.
10 min, just ten minutes. Now fantasize 6 days of these delights. Envy me? you should...