As I finish up my DVD of Patagonia, I am again awestruck by the raw, windswept beauty of Torres. The light is magnificent, flashing in and out, as it moves across the mountains and valleys. The clouds bump up against the peaks, then roll over and envelope. Hard rains come and go. The trees lean away from the force of the wind, sculpted by some invisible hand. We had so little time. How I wish I could have spent several weeks roaming this park. Torres del Paine is a special place.
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