Arriving at El Calafate was a worrisome experience as the pilots navigated the extreme turbulence of 60 km crosswinds with gusts up to 100 km. It was an undertaking just getting to the shuttle van as the powerful winds laced with desert sand blinded our vision and knocked us around. I thought to myself, “what on earth would bring people to this godforsaken place?”
The answer came the next day. After a short bus ride from El Calafate, we entered the Los Glaciares National Park, paid the rather hefty entrance fee and were dropped off at the parking area. I was grumbling to myself, “this is better be worth the price of admission,” as we started our walk.
Almost immediately I sensed this was going to be a special day. The first view was across Lago Argentino with snow-capped mountains in the distance and perfectly clear water shimmering in the midday light. A small iceberg floated nearby in the turquoise waters, so we quickly headed to see it. 
As we followed the shoreline, an immense sheet of ice towering over the water appeared around the bend. We excitedly hurried our pace towards the distant glacier.
Soon we had reached several excellent viewing platforms and I had the good fortune of having my camera ready as a giant mass of ice crashed away from the glacier. The sound was deafening and with a resounding roar hundreds of tonnes of ice let loose, followed by a huge splash in the glacial lake.
We continued walking the elevated footpath as it provided different vantage points of the glacier. The walkways are quite extensive, covering several km at varied elevations. 
Venturing to the north side the sun came out for a few moments and illuminated the massive ice field and the high peaks behind.
Yours truly on the Peninsula Magallanes, with the impressive Perito Moreno glacier behind me. 
Every few minutes the glacier would speak to us, the mass of centuries old ice inching forward at a slow but constant pace, cracking, groaning, splitting and crashing into the waters below. Rather than being a static postcard type of experience it was a sensational treat and rarely was there a dull moment.
Four hours later, walking back to the parking lot I thought, “Wow, what a day, that was worth every Argentine peso.” Glacier Perito Moreno, not just another chip off the old block of ice. This is the mother of all glaciers!
Gord
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Woohoo! This is a dream journey for us.
Mel & Suan, viewing the Perito Moreno Glacier is a fabulous experience we wish for everyone to experience at least once in their lifetime. -Ginette
Isn’t it amazing! There’s something about watching a glacier, especially when you can be so close to it. It’s as if it’s alive. I remember being skeptical about what we’d do at the glacier for two hours. Ha! It went by in a flash. Earlier we’d taken the boat ride up to it, and another day we went ice trekking on it which I highly recommend if by chance you’re still there.
Alison
“Skeptical” is exactly how Gordon was feeling going in, and he returned praising the whole experience. Sadly we didn’t allow enough time for ice trekking, and I can only imagine how thrilling it must have been. I could have spent all day just listening to the roaring sounds of the glacier. – Ginette
that’s crazy! I wish I could be there with you.
We’d love to have you along, ask your mama:) xox G & G