The next morning we woke up early to crystal clear skies and twenty knots. Maybe our luck had changed? Billy seemed un-phased, as if this was just a normal day on the Lake. Apparently the westerly airflow of the Pacific loses its humidity over the Andes and then accelerates and dries on reaching Patagonia. Forget Windguru in this place, the weather makes its own rules and the power of this narrow pass through the mountains casts huge influences over the local strength of the breeze. The first light in the morning looked amazing as the sun cast its rays on the ice white face of the Moreno glacier. One thing I was starting to realize, was that this huge chunk of ice has many different moods, colours and appearances and, whatever the weather, it has its own special glow as it reflects the light. Once again, poor Gonzalo had to drive the 3-hr trip off-road to buy double rations of fuel and hopefully today was going to be our day. By 1 p.m. we were ready to roll and headed upwind once again for the arduous journey back.