We stayed for close to an hour at the south face of the glacier before deciding not to push our luck any further. We also had the slight problem that Billy had forgotten the bung for the boat and by the time we were ready to leave it was almost full of water, which was pretty precarious to say the least. By 6 p.m. we were home and dry back at the camp, spirits back up after scoring the session without any hassle. That night under clear skies we feasted on grilled steak, fresh salad and a few icy Quilmes beers to wash it all down. Ideally I would’ve loved to have gone back and tried to score more shots over the next days, but we all knew that the smart move for now was not to push our luck. Maybe the guys in the park had turned a blind eye and we didn’t want to blow our cover and possibly upset the authorities.