Cochamó, Patagonia - A climbers paradise | Katie Keeley
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First glimpse of the granite peaks as you hike into the valley
“Anyone who hasn’t been in the Chilean forest doesn’t know this planet. I have come out of that landscape, that mud, that silence, to roam, to go singing through the world.” This quote by Pablo Neruda was on the first page of the first book I opened in Chile. And snuggled up listening to the rain beating down on my tent, it perfectly captured the emotions that I felt about this place.
Cochamó is a climbers paradise, hidden away in Patagonia, in the Lake District region of Southern Chile. It is completely cut off from the outside world, requiring a 13 km hike through muddy forest to reach the main valley. There is no phone signal, no roads, no infrastructure, no houses, no traffic. Just nature in its purest form. A place that makes time stand still. It is one of only three virgin temperate rainforests remaining in the world.
I've never known forests like these. So dense, so many varieties of green. The tallest trees I’ve ever seen. The cool, damp climate feels soothing and gentle, a softness to the air. The sunlight trickles through leaves, a luminous green that sings with life and energy. A soft carpet of warmth and pulsing light on the forest floor.
The mist hangs in the upper valleys in the early morning, veils of cloud rising occasionally to reveal the granite faces below, clinging to the trees like the wisps of forgotten dreams.
The valleys are full of water; rivers, waterfalls, small lagoons hidden in the rocks. Then out of this luscious landscape rise those great granite walls, valley after valley after valley. Magnificent, imposing, alluring. Calling to the hearts of climbers to come and touch them if they dare.
For me Cochamó is the most incredible place I’ve ever been to. Being so completely immersed in nature, living outside all day everyday; totally removed from modern society, made this one of the happiest and most peaceful periods of my life. I found everything I needed here. To wake up to the sound of water and birds, roll out of my bag and jump into a freezing cold river. To push myself mentally and physically on some of the most beautiful rock in the world with a wonderful community of humans. To go to bed exhausted and wake up excited everyday. This place made me feel so alive.
There are many outstanding climbing routes in Cochemó and an infinite many more to be explored. The quality of the rock is excellent; long well protected cracks of every size interspersed with technical crimpy slabs, with routes from 200m to 1600m! Routes that make you woop with joy or laugh out loud at just how perfect some of the holds are; lines in the rock that seem to be made purely to be climbed. Condors glide on the thermals below you. If there is a god of climbers she had a wild time making this place.
End of the rock pitches on "El Monstro", ready to tackle the snow. Photo, Timothy Goubert. | Katie trying hard with the fist jams on "Positive Effect". Photo, John Lynch. |
Katie just before the crux of the steep 5.12b pitch on "Devora Dedos". Photo, Elsa Pont. |
Katie enjoying the perfect splitter hands on "Positive Effect". Photo, John Lynch. |
Part of what made Cochamó so special was the amazing people I got to share it with. Sometimes up on those big walls I reflected how funny it was that I completely 100% trusted these friends, some of whom I had only known for a few months, but I did. And that is the beauty of climbing. We put our lives in each other’s hands over and over again. The bond you get from that is stronger and more intense than in other parts of life. Two souls joined together, physically by the rope, and emotionally by the shared love of this crazy, wonderful, all consuming sport we call rock climbing. Cochemó brought together everything I value most about climbing; wilderness, adventure and community. It will always have a very special place in my heart and it is somewhere I long to return to in the not too distant future.