Every range worth walking has a town at its feet — part supply depot, part waiting room, part reward. These are the ones we keep coming back to, and why.
Where trekkers arrive dusty and leave rested, where Machapuchare hangs over the lake like a held breath, and where a rest day can quietly become three.
A valley floor of cafés and gear shops under four thousand meters of hanging glacier. On guides, gondolas and the peculiar energy of a town where everyone is training for something.
Founded in 1985, populated by wind, bakeries and weather forecasts. What it's like to live and walk in a town whose every window frames Fitz Roy.
