No guAr­An­tees

Town & Country (Philippines) - - DREAM DESTINATIONS -

The trek’s most ar­du­ous leg came when both my re­solve and strength were at their low­est. I had al­ready cov­ered over 10 kilo­me­ters of steep in­cline, yet the tow­ers beck­oned, still hid­den from view by the last moun­tain face that con­fronted me. The weather had been un­char­ac­ter­is­ti­cally gen­er­ous, her blue skies hold­ing. It was now up to me to ne­go­ti­ate the 45-minute clam­ber through the mo­raine.

The panorama that spread out be­fore me was the most mes­mer­iz­ing moun­tain scene I had ever be­held. Three spires pro­truded, stand­ing guard like sen­tinels over an am­phithe­ater of red and brown boul­ders and high gran­ite walls en­cir­cling a glacial lake. The base of the long stony fingers seemed to leak white flour.

Few vis­tas ri­valed this. This was a great day. It felt good to be alive. I spot­ted Matt at a lake’s edge, at the bot­tom of the look­out point. He had gone ahead, a can­is­ter per­haps emp­tied at last. Its con­tents—ves­tiges of laugh­ter, smiles, sor­rows, hopes, dreams, of a shared life cut short, presently trans­fig­ured into black soot, or dis­solved in the tarn’s clean turquoise, or car­ried by the wind to for­ever and fi­nally set­tle ev­ery­where. I knew bet­ter than to join him. I left him alone with his so­lace. I sup­pose it was a good day for farewells as well. In Patag­o­nia, or any­where else for that mat­ter, there are no guar­an­tees. «

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