I was a bum. Twenty-six years old. Missing front tooth. Unemployed. Going nowhere. Addicted to climbing. Did I want to go to Cochamó, my friend Grant wanted to know. Sure. What is it? Just a [...]
The story of Cochamó can start anywhere. But since the trail is where all climbers now begin their adventures, that is where this story will begin. The path was likely cut by the Mapuche, [...]
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