Day 7: Campamento Seron to Campamento Los Perros
Woke up to a pleasant morning sunrise just edging over the mountaintops of the range across the river valley in the East.
Another long day with miles to get after and get walking. After a pleasant conversation with an older couple from the Falkland Islands with whom I had been leap frogging on the trail, I said
…and was off.
On the far end of this lake as I was quickstepping and carefully choosing foot placements, I stepped on a seemingly stable board, that was not seemingly stable, slipped, and had two submerged mud feet. AWESOME! What a great idea I had this morning when I put on so fresh and so clean socks. Laughed out loud and continued hiking.
Ate lunch at 2pm at Campamento Dixon, a beautiful isolated camp surrounded by mountain wonder and river water. Pack back on and oogling over the wild variety of fungi in a little forest just past the camp (in an area of maybe 100 yards I passed at least 12 different types of mushrooms). Cool!
With the trail weaving alongside the river from the glaciers ahead, I had plenty of quiet, cool, forest thought time.
Out of the forest and across some sketchy bridges over a white water rapid filled river and…Wha-BAM! Los Perros Glacier!
Again, had the trail completely to myself all day. This is what I´m talking about. At camp, rain started to pour cats and dogs all over the place…good thing I have a strong tent. Hung out with the Guardaparques, the dudes in charge of the camp, and had a swig of Red Label whiskey with Los Perros Glacier ice! Consider it pre-gaming for the pass tomorrow.