Patagonia 2017: A Little Salto Grande on the Way to Punta Arenas - Día Trece – 2/20/17
Maximizing our commitment of money and time for traveling in South America, and to ward off the post-trek blues after hiking the “W,” more adventures awaited our merry band. Today was our last day as a foursome because Carol was heading off to join her hubby for a fantastic two-week cruise from Buenos Aires to Santiago. Rick had plans for a ten-day excursion to Antarctica (!) and we were all jealous of that. Prior to his departure, Rick was sticking with Cathy and me for two days and nights in Punta Arenas. What’s there, you say? Wait and see!
But today was all about getting from Point A to Point D via Points B & C. The first leg was the morning ferry from Refugio Paine Grande to Pudeto.
Goodbye Los Cuernos
With a couple of hours to kill at Pudeto before our bus departure, we got a bite to eat and took the half-hour walk to see Lago Nordenskjöld's outfall to the Paine River and then to Lago Pehoé. The river is short but mighty as it narrows to rapids and plunges over Salto Grande, an impressive waterfall. The noise, the volume, the spray, and the glacier blue water made this an unexpected and delightful ending to our visit to Torres del Paine National Park.
Los Cuernos as a backdrop, water flows from Lago Nordenskjöld...
The rest of the day was buses, retrieving our belongings from the apartment building in Puerto Natales (yay, still on the high shelf in the laundry room!), saying goodbye to Carol. Next stop for Rick, Cathy and me was Punta Arenas, the largest city in Patagonia. [Relatively speaking, it’s a small city, and I wish we’d had an extra day to explore thoroughly, but we gave it our best effort in our time there.]
Rick, Cathy and I arrived in Punta Arenas after dark, a bit of a challenge finding Hostel Keoken. We knocked on the locked front door until another guest let us in (the owner was not to be found) and the housekeeper gave us our room key. Three beds with a bath – luxurious after the refugio circuit – but little floor space for our exploding backpacks. Supper was just the second half of our lunch sandwiches. Did we share an evening toast, maybe on the rooftop patio? After the long day, all we really cared about was charging phones. And wifi. And sleep.
Tomorrow – penguins!
“All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware.” ~Martin Buber
From Lago Nordenskjöld