As I walked the grande glacier beneath the summit spires of Cerro Torre, Cerro Standhart, Fitz Roy and Poincenot, I plugged in my headphones to again listen to the mourning, waning sounds of Sigur Ros.

As I walked, I reflected on being among these patagonian peaks for a month, and whereas these immense peaks command and demand attention, I noticed a lot of little things too- the constant pulse of running water on the glacier- a symbol to life in a frozen wasteland, the movement of clouds over rock, proclaiming the power of the wind, and small birds who rely on the tree-line growth for shelter and sustenance.

The rhythmic sound of my own feet crunching along the snow gave me a sense of somehow "belonging" in this wild place, as I was marching to the same beat of the sky, the wind, and water.

Among other things, I reflected on some well known John Muir quotes on my journey, his insight adding depth to walks in wild places...

"Keep close to Nature's heart... and break clear away, once in awhile, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean."