Patagonia doesn’t care. It doesn’t care how many spare tires you brought or what temperature your sleeping bag is rated to. Unapologetic winds will keep you up all night as your teeth chatter, tearing at the fabric of your sanity, your nylon tent, and your relationship with whomever you find yourself with. You will get another flat on your way to the mechanics shop.
Fortunately, it’s hard to hold a grudge in Patagonia. Tempers settle quickly and trivial concerns dissolve in a landscape where they have plenty of room to roam.