Aconcagua
January 2005
Shortly after the New Year I flew into Santiago, Chile and crossed the border to the city of Mendoza in Argentina. I was to attempt to climb Aconcagua, that had now been a dream of mine for 6 years,since my first attempt in 1999. At 6959m it is the highest mountain in the world outside the greater Himalaya Range. Although it has technically straightforward routes to the summit it is a serious undertaking due to its altitude, extreme cold and high winds. In my previous attempt as part of my 21 month round the world trip; but turned around just 4 hours from the summit due to exhaustion, after 10 days on the mountain.
Being one of the '7 summits' (of the 7 continents) and the highest in the Americas it has become a very popular mountain with 1000`s of people attempting to reach the summit each year, but only 40% of these succeeding. Most go with organized expeditions or groups; about 5% go alone, I was one of these. It takes about 10 days to reach the summit, as the body needs time to acclimatise to the lack of oxygen. Many days are spent in camp just waiting for the body to adjust. A permit for an ascent costs us$300 and you need to be equipped with Double Plastic Mountaineering Boots a Tent that can withstand 100mph winds, ice axe, crampons, a sleeping bag and clothes to keep you warm at -20ْ C
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The drive to the trail head of Puente del Inca at 2700m is just 4 hours from Mendoza City. Shortly before arriving the bus passes the Andinists Cemetery, a stark reminder of the dangers of mountaineering! I was to tackle the Normal Route which involved a 2 day trek from the road into the base camp of Plaza de Mulas. This is a mini tent city with many companies operation load carrying mule services, beds, food and also the Park Guard Service who strictly control the environment impact of 1000´s of climbers on such a small area of the mountain and a doctors service for medical emergencies and advice on acclimatisation matters.
After the long slog up the dry, desolate, dusty valley on the second day; I arrived at base camp in the afternoon, signed in with the Park Guards, retrieved my equipment that I'd sent up with the mules and pitched my tent. The last hour of the trek had been a tough one as my muscles rebelled against the lack of oxygen and my water supplies ran low. That evening the headaches started (a common sign of altitude problems) and would remain with me for 2 days as my body adjusted to the altitude. I spent a total of 5 nights in Base Camp, the first 2 days were just spent resting, drinking plenty of water and making frequent trip to the toilets as the combination of the large quantities of liquid intake and the effect of the altitude (it has a diuretic effect) took their toll.
The third morning in Base Camp I woke without the headaches and knew that my body had adapted and that it was time to further acclimatise by trips up to the higher camps during the day but to continue sleeping at the same altitude at night. Aconcagua is not a beautiful mountain, at least not via the normal route. It has been called one of the largest slag heaps in the world. The entire route from Plaza de Mulas (base camp) to the summit is over loose rock and screes with the worst part being the Canaletta, the final 2 hours before the summit. That day I ascended to the next camp up, Camp Canada at 4900m for an acclimatisation trip, I carried as little as possible, just warm clothes, food and lots of water. The route is well defined as 10´s if not 100´s of people trudge it each day. It took 2 hours to reach Camp Canada and on arriving I was feeling good. I sat down ate some lunch and admired the views over the surrounding mountains and glaciers. Having been resting for a while and still not yet feeling any detrimental effects from the altitude, I decided to continue further up the mountain until my body told me to go no further, by way of headaches. I was surprised as I passed Camp Cambio de Pendiente (change of slope) at 5400m still feeling well and continued on to Camp Nido de Condores at 5550m. The last half hour was a struggle as I was reduced to a slow plod as my lungs drew in Oxygen as fast as they could. The headaches started shortly before I arrived and as soon as I was there, 2 hours after leaving Camp Canada, I turned and headed down. Four hours walking up and I was back in base camp after just 1 hour of sliding down the screes. By mid evening the headaches had gone.
The next morning the winds had increased and the famous Viento Blanco (white winds) had arrived. As I made another trip to Nido de Condores camp, this time with food to deposit there for when I moved there to set up camp; I passed a Australian Guy who was retreating from a high camp after his tent had been destroyed by the winds during the night. I heard more stories of tents flattened in Camp Canada. I successfully made my food drop and retreated to Base Camp.
On the 5th morning in Plaza de Mulas I packed my rucsac, took down my tent and headed once again back up the mountain, this time to sleep at Nido de Condores. The ascent was much easier than 2 days previous as my body had adapted well to the Altitude. I spent 2 cold nights at Nido, with temperatures dropping to -10ْ C, and carried out an acclimatization trip to the higher camp of Berlin at 5915m from where 6 years ago I had camped before making a summit attempt. 
Summit day was upon me. I was ready to leave my tent by 5.00am and by the light from my head torch I set off up the mountain. I joined 6 other people on the trail for a short time, but wondered if my pace was too fast as before too long I could barely see the glint from their head torches back in the distance. I reach Camp Berlin by 6.00am and turned off my head torch as the sun was beginning to rise. I looked at my thermometer it read -15ْْ C. Two hours more passed as I slowly plodded along the path, I wasn't even putting the heel from one foot in front of the toe from the other as I steadily moved forward; the lack of oxygen prevented me from walking any faster. It's not until you are at this altitude that you realise how hard it is. From my tent to the summit was little more than 2.5km but was going to take me in excess of 7 hours! At 9.00am I reached 6600m the point where I turned back 6 years ago. I felt confident as I was still going strong. I passed many more groups probably totaling about 40 people and did not stop for a proper break until I reached the bottom of the Canaleta at around 6750m. By this time I was very tired. I ate and drank as much as I could. For the first time the sun was upon me and I soaked up its warmth before my final 200 vertical meters to the summit. These were the slowest taking 2 hours. I needing to rest after every 5 paces as I 
negotiated my way between the loose rocks towards the Summit. I had thoughts of quitting as my body ached and the lack of oxygen played funny games with my brain, but I continued and after 10 days on the mountain and 6 years of dreaming I took my final step onto the summit. I wasn't so much overjoyed, as relieved to finally be there. Looking down at the huge line of people following me onto the summit, took away the sense of achievement I had expected, but even now back in the civilization, a smile comes across my face when I think of the moment I achieved my dream.
After a few days relaxing in Mendoza, I headed South to Patagonia and the Lake District. Lack of availablitiy on the buses from Mendoza forced me to cross back into Chile to Santaigo, then travel south to Osorno. One night was spent in the lovely hostal of Zapato Amarillo in Puerto Octay with views over the Osorno Volcano, while I waited for a connecting bus. A 5 hour journey back across the Argentinian border brought me to the spectacular Nahuel Huapi National Park and the city of Bariloche.
I´ve spent a couple of week relaxing in Bariloche. Cycled the 60km Circuito Chico and been planning my escapes to mountains. Met up with a VentureCo group and did the one day walk of the Refugio Lynch to Refugio Frey circuit.