I met a glacier today.

It was immense, and gorgeous, and silent, except when it made large, thundering noises as pieces of it collapsed into the sea, overwhelmed by its own weight as the glacier advanced.

The ice was actually quite blue.

It is about four million years old.

It was staggering.

The glacier´s full name is Perito Moreno, but we decided to call him Morrie.

(We also saw condors, hawks, eagles, rheas, and lots of wild hares. Patagonia is beyond beautiful. I thought just being here was going to be the highlight, but Morrie has given everything else a good run for its money.)