How to clean up the wet tent?

The mountain itself seems to be throwing millions of small ice hockey balls from all directions, and some even rise from the ground, apparently aiming directly at our eyes. The depth of snow is indistinguishable, because it explodes on some rocks, exposing them and accumulating in an unlikely place, while the larger rocks prevent it from chasing the wind firmly.

"You are so lucky, this is the first snow this year!" A park ranger shouted at us happily, his legs jumping around us. The terrain of these legs is more important than mine.

"Lucky? ! "I can only answer.

"yes! We haven't had snow since December. You are the first to see snow! "

At this time, my boyfriend and I were halfway to Paso john gardner, the highest point of the famous Paine circuit. The Torres del Paine route in Patagonia formed a 75-mile-long loop around the vertical tower in the center of the peak and mountain range.

During the peak season (65438+February to March), the park attracts hundreds of tourists every day, and more tourists come to visit it every year. Parks are very popular, which requires hikers to follow strict rules: don't wander on a single marked path, don't camp outside designated tents, and don't walk on night paths. Hiking in Torres Del Paine is not a lonely wilderness adventure, but it is not as boring as some people say, and it is close to the crowded Disney theme park.

Hiking certainly lacks the comfort of Disney Resort. I regretted it when I woke up in the morning and we planned to go hiking. Before I opened my eyes, I heard tired raindrops beating on the tent, which was the rest of the storm the night before. I closed my eyes and tried to convince myself that my voice was fading. "It will stop in a few minutes. I should stay in my sleeping bag for a while," I thought.

It didn't stop.

Crossing the Torres Strait of Chile 2

However, because we have to start to pass as soon as possible, we finally got rid of the relative comfort of the nylon wall. No, I don't want it to rain outside. I can put on my raincoat and tremble in the harsh air in the morning. I am painfully aware of the arduous task before us, like a pile of inevitable shit on the streets of San Diego: cleaning up the wet tent.

We know that we may face this challenge at some point during the nine-day trek. Patagonia's weather is notoriously moody. The ranger even hung a sign in a camp that said, "Don't ask us what the weather is like, this is Patagonia!" " "In one day, hikers seem to experience all the four seasons, from sunshine and warmth to wind and rain to snow and cold.

On this special morning, the temperature drop caused the fat and wet snowflakes to be mixed with the tired raindrops until we finished breakfast. The only task left is to tidy up the tent. Mud has entered every crack, and when we tore off the blocked buttons and peeled off the wet part (the part of the tent that was originally used to transfer rainwater), our hands were already frozen. Every time the tent cloth is rubbed on your hands, it feels like sandpaper rubbing on rough skin. My boyfriend and I try to be patient.

"Fold it in half. No, others are. "

"I think we should fold it?"

"This is what I want to do!"

"Give me the corner. No, it's not. "

"No, but, like this."

After a tense minute, the rectangular thing on the ground piled up into a fuzzy rectangle. Followed by wooden stakes and columns, which are obviously made of soil and gravel. Once we managed to coax them out, and the telephone pole collapsed. It was time to roll up the tent with dry farming.

The ground was so wet that I couldn't kneel on the ground as usual, so I squatted like a frog, pushed forward with difficulty, and rolled up the cloth with my hands that refused to bend as much as possible. Tears of pain and frustration blurred my vision. When I lifted the soaked nylon roll, my boyfriend stuffed it into the bag inch by inch, so that we didn't have to pack it again. Finally, he turned off his phone, and we were finished. Although the road ahead is steep, we know that the hardest part of the day is over.

We pulled up our backpacks, tied a belt here and a belt there, and then started our hiking. When we walk along the path, our spirit will recover with the warm flow of blood. However, shortly after we started to improve the passing, I began to appreciate the Patagonian gale because we had been warned.