Patagonia

Twelve nights at the end of the map, wind included.

There is nothing gentle about this one. The wind arrives sideways off the icefield and the granite towers appear and disappear behind weather that changes its mind hourly. You walk the Torres circuit in stages, sleep in refugios that smell of woodsmoke and wet wool, and one clear morning you'll stand in front of Grey Glacier while it cracks like distant artillery. It is cold, it is long, and everyone who does it talks about it for years.