El Calafate

I love the Perito Moreno Glacier. Growth from the center stretches out to the edge that ruptures crashing into the water. Even when the smallest white edge breaks the crack resounds and a raw blue of the glacier is exposed. And when you can pull your eyes from the face of the glacier to its body that snakes back into the mountains. The ice seems endless, and jagged till it turns soft in the distance blurring into the snow clouds. In this winter wonderland I was so tempted to stay, hike over the glacier, scale the peaks of nearby El Chaltan, but the promise of Buenos Aires pulled me north.