On foot, the walker can watch, hear and feel from close the sound of the life on the wood. He can touch the dignified wood of the lenga trunk, dodge the specimens toppled by robust gusts of Patagonian wind. No urban hustle to which town has accustomed the travelers can sneaks into these lands. The walker that set a foot here becomes a pioneer squab, get to sight Mount Fitz Roy. He discovers the hidden face of the rocky king, a denied privilege to the distant villagers.