The best morning view ever

After a cold, cold night high in the mountain campsite, I got up to make some tea. Fred stole my sleeping bag and couldn't get warm even with two coverings. I think my sleeping bag is better than his. We gathered up all our gear and scrambled up the rocks and boulders to the lake and this view of Torres del Paine. It had been snowing and the wind was blowing the snow off the peaks. A wonderful, wonderful day - one of the best.