One Apple A Day #184
El Chaltén, January 9th, 2017
We woke up early this morning. We had to walk out in the cold morning to check if the night before was real or we just dreamt it. Outside our room, the farm was slowly waking up in the dawn light. Some early-rising sheeps were moving closer to the pond seeking fresh water. A horse was eating or sleeping, we couldn’t say, behind a barn. It was magical, and even if it was freezing, we stayed out, taking pictures and stretching our muscles, breathing in the peace of the estancia.
The whole farm woke up, and Tonchi summoned us for breakfast. We ate slowly, partly because everything was good but mainly because we didn’t want to leave. But the Ruta40 was calling. And now that we are here, we know we did the right thing.
We entered El Chalten at midday, but we knew we were in the right place a dozen kilometres before. The Fitz Roy was standing tall, among the clouds, with its unmistakable shape guiding us like a beacon.