After conquering the pass, the terrain on the circuit changed drastically. Instead of hiking through fields and forests, we hiked along lakes and underneath towering mountains. Our last day of the trek, we set our alarm for 4 am to catch the sunrise at the Towers. I was so happy we saved the Towers for last (some people hike the circuit in the other direction). It made every step so much more worth it. We climbed up the steep mountain in the dark, following only the small glow of our headlamps. Other trekkers walked ahead and behind us. We all looked like stars, dancing and glowing in the early morning silence. "It's the final pilgrimage," I whispered to Anthony.
After reaching the Towers, we sat on a rock in the dark while waiting for the sun to show her face. I cradled my body, rocking it back and forth to keep warm. As the cold began piercing my bones, I thought only of the tacos and warm bed waiting for me that evening.
When the sun finally appeared, she took her time and slowly let her orange rays hit the rocks' faces. About fifty of us stood around, watching in awe; silently applauding. It was absolutely breathtaking.
We spent the rest of the day descending the mountain, chatting only about the tacos, showers, Netflix and beer. As quickly as it all began, our final trek became a story of the past.
We are back in Puerto Natales, spending a few days resting and catching up on our favorite shows. We begin part 2 of our Patagonia adventure next week - stay tuned for what's next. *Hint: It involves wheels!