As we sailed further into the Park the mountains closed in and acted like magnets to the lowering clouds. Long slivers of mist hung around their sides, and the tops were lost behind an impenetrable wall of white. The peaks of Torres del Paine that we had so enjoyed yesterday were hidden from view. We passed a colony of white throated cormorants. We looked in vain for the sea lions, and in despair at the tall sea cliffs that should have been home to condors.
After 4 hours, in great anticipation, we approached the Balmaceda Glacier. My guidebook noted that tourists flock here to watch the icebergs crash in to the sea, sending shock waves across the boat. Camera at the ready. Reality: the glacier has receded 40metres up the mountainside and no longer reaches the sea. Apparently it has been this way for 15 years, although my guidebook, revised in 2002, has not been updated.
We tie up to a jetty and undertake a one hour circular walk to the Serrano Glacier. This proves to be the highlight of the trip. We enjoy the walk through the trees where the sides of the path are covered with berry laden bushes, alpine flowers, and wild fuschias.
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