There are few places in the world where a man can sail to the foot of his climb. One such place is the southernmost coast of Chile where the glaciers come down into the sea. It is a region, therefore, which has a powerful attraction for a mountaineer who late in life catches sea fever and aspires to making a long ocean voyage with some mountains at the end of it. Such was the germ of an idea which led me to attempt a crossing of the Patagonia ice cap. On the i: i million sheets of southern Chile compiled by the American Geo? graphical Society are two white spaces, more or less blank, marked inesplorado. These are the northern and southern portions of the ice cap, divided by the Rio Baker and extending from lat. 440 S. to lat. 510 30' S. The ice cap varies in height from 6000 to 10,000 feet, and in width from 15 to 50 miles. The highest mountain on it is San Valentino at the northern end (13,345 feet), which was climbed for the first time in 1953. It is the largest glaciated region of the temperate zone. Its northernmost glacier, the San Rafael, reaches the sea in lat. 46?4o'S., farther from the pole than any Alaskan glacier by 10 degrees, and fully 20 degrees farther than the Jokelfjord, the most southern of the Norwegian glaciers which reach the sea. Darwin pointed out that this San Rafael glacier, 15 miles long and in one place 7 miles wide, pushes its ice into the sea at a point on the coast where, within less than 500 miles, palms grow. The boundary between Chile and Argentina follows roughly the crest line of the Cordillera and all previous exploration has been from the Argentine side. Since 1914 many attempts to cross the ice cap have been made. It is reported that in 1954 an Argentine expedition led by a Major Huerta did succeed in crossing from Lake Argentino to the Pacific, but so far I have not been able to obtain any detailed infor? mation it. On the Argentine side there are many glaciers which descend into the great lakes of Buenos Aires, Viedma, and Argentino, and there are estancias near the shores of these lakes. On the Chilean or Pacific side, where the weather is much less favourable, the glaciers descend to the waters of deep, narrow fjords, and there is nothing but ice, rock, and tangled rain forest. For nearly 1000 miles northwards from Punta Arenas the coast and the hundreds of islands are uninhabited. The Admiralty Pilot describes it as about as inhospitable a land as is to be found in the globe. The land is mountainous, presenting an alternation of matted forest, bare rock, and deep bogs, and is intersected by many deep channels into peninsulas and islands as yet very imperfectly known. The scenery is magnificently stern; cloud and mist usually screen the higher peaks and snow fields. Early in 1954 I acquired a boat suitable for this venture, an ex-Bristol Channel pilot cutter called Mischief, built in 1906. She measured 45 feet overall, 13 feet beam, and drew 7 feet 6 inches aft, with a displacement of 50 tons. Of the attempt made that year the less said the better. We fitted out at Palma, Mallorca, where I had bought the boat, and upon reaching Gibraltar in late August the crew melted away, leaving me to consider how to get the boat home and to ponder the truth of the Chinese sage's remark that discord is not sent down from heaven; it is brought by women. In 1955 I had great difficulty in raising a crew. Finally it consisted of W. A. Procter, a retired Civil Servant who knew something
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