"Patagonia to the root" by Fátima Gil

Fátima ha publicado en su blog este artículo en el que relata la escalada. A su manera, con ese romanticismo clásico que la caracteriza y con ese espíritu inquieto y guerrero, que la ha llevado a convertirse en la primera mujer española en alcanzar dicha cumbre.

My instinct is capricious, there are days that is calm and I let myself be carried out gently by the flow of life.EITHERther times it whispers to my ear and shows me my true wild nature.But there are different days, special days, days when it thunders as strong as the Patagonian wind.

And so this story begins, feeling that rumble that founces strongly inside me.And I see the towers of the Paine, and I understand, I understand everything.It is the first time I get under the feet of such rock moles.They impress me in the depths of my being.

They are real and I am in Patagonia, we must be cautious.And I understand ... and my quiet part accepts it: "Calm down, focus on the north tower" I tell myself.Now it's time to look at the Meteo and study the Monzino Route until almost learning it.It is a more accessible path, more trepindanga and with more summit certainty."Better one that none" they tell me.And I understand it, and I keep the shouts inside.

But when I imagine climbing my eyes inevitably do not look north, nor south, they look at the center.Always sideways, they always escape that needle so stylized.

The reason can be controlled, the head can be controlled, the body can be controlled.But the heart and eyes no!Or at least, I have never been able to

What does the Meteo say?that there will be a good weather window 5 days after landing in Puerto Natales.Enough time to buy, ask for permits and think strategies.

What does my heart say?that is not luck.That this window brought her with my energy, that is here for me.That the towers accept me, that they want me to caress them, that blood in their cracks, that we tear my skin and heate me to my bones in their vertical rivers, that they will let me sleep among their skirts, that they want me to see the world from whathigher and above all, do not be afraid.

And the atmosphere that is breathed in native is crazy

Everyone planning, material everywhere, the Garibotti Bible by hand in hand on the Red Point.The desire is breathed, the wait finally, in this Patagonian summer that has not given truce.Thousands of plans are listening.

However, I am calm.I know exactly where I want to be when the sun arrives.Although he has not yet expressed it aloud."Where are you going?"They ask us, "to the monzino, north tower," we answer.It is a realistic challenge, it is a big challenge, it is a sensible challenge.So with that idea, we ask permission, compile more information and plan everything.

We want to be in the park living 7 days, with margin to carry and climb.Logistics is complex, we need to buy food for 7 days and then you have to wear everything.Plus the climbing material, two strings, friends, ribbons, cats, crampons, boots, piolets ... store, hornillo, bags, mats, some clothes, radio, GPS ...

In the end, we realize that it is a lot of weight, too much weight to consider taking everything at once.We will need at least two days of bearing between the Chilean refuge and the Japanese camp.But it is a luxury to walk along the roads of that nice valley, we are cheerful discovering the park, crossing its forests and rivers.

We want to see the face to face

We take advantage of the second day of bearing to get to Mirador Torres.We are against the countercurrent and when we arrive there are still few tourists.Now it's all much more real, there are majestic waiting for us.We enjoy a spectacular vision.A sunny day, with clouds and wind in height ... a beauty.And I can't take my eyes off.

Is so beautiful, the most beautiful.And I perfectly understand Bonington and Whillans, I understand what led them to pursue and achieve such a feat.And I understand ...

We take photos, time lapse, record memories and point out the north tower with our finger or at least we believe.Because, days later, I will realize that like my eyes my finger, like my indomitable heart, points out where he wants.

"Never again"

We go down new to the Chilean shelter to carry until our forest house, the Japanese camp.I felt like Peter Pan in the kingdom of never.The little girls that we got together left the pirate flag, dreamed in vocals, shared everything, even wounds, and we were unconditionally twinned.Special, wild, beautiful, free, artists, lovers of how much surrounded us.With that radiant happiness that only great natural spaces give you.

Most are mountain guides or parking lotators.Some have left their paste (or work) to be there in that window.His sacrifice moves me, his passion has no limits.Why should mine have them?I am in the south of the world, far from my home but, strangely, I feel in the heat of it.

I lie down inside the uneasy tent, that night it will cost me sleeping.Tomorrow we will finally enter the Valley of Silence in a heavy procession that will take us far, on the other side, to the face that almost no one sees of the towers.

I sleep thinking that everything beautiful is inaccessible and the more beautiful inaccessible ... I dream, I reveal myself, I dream again and I see myself at a summit, it is very high, tooBelow, I see the block of the northern summit down in the distance and the south on the other side.I am aware of where I am and the sun hugs me, while the wind dishes my bangs.

“I'm going to give you a scare: we have to go to the central.I have seen it in my dreams "

When I wake up I can't stop going around my head.I feel confusing, I feel traitor why?I need to express everything I have been hiding so far.I want to shout that I wanted to live that moment, that I want to go every step on that path.

I feel that we must try even if the bet is very high and we do not reach any summit."Better one than any" is not for me.The first thing I say before good morning is: “I'm going to give you a scare: we have to go to the central.I have seen it in my dreams ".

Very open blue eyes listen to me, thousands of thoughts travel them, while I argue without stopping, not even to take a breath.And finally an answer, meditated but impulsive at the same time: "You don't have to convince me, come on".

Change the logistics, everything changes, we have to go prepared to sleep on the wall.There are more than 800 meters of vertical climbing and until the same reach the same.We decided to sleep as close as possible to the start of the route, the goal is to reach the Whillans box.

The place where Bonington and Whillans slept during the opening of the route we want to climb.His ambition was such that they built (with a cigar in the mouth) a kind of mobile cabin, with a cash -shaped.

The Valley of Silence is magnificent: forests, morrenas, glaciers, stream crossings, granite walls everywhere, refrigerators ... we pass in front of the Bonington cave, also historical and we discover that it is occupied by the three Chileans who have been in theValley Portage and Waiting.

They call the greyhounds of Patagonia.And they leave their hiding place to ask about the Meteo.The day is gray, windy, wet, the closed sky ... do not want to get out of the cave.We give them the good news, two days of sunshine come, high temperatures and little wind.It's hard to believe it looking at heaven, but I get it right ...

It will be an epic window, something that does not happen in years

We say goodbye and continue our path.When Felipe reaches us, a charming Chilean who has become our friend.Go alone, will accompany us to the beach, the last vivac before starting the final morrena.There will be waiting for your classmates.EITHERnly him and we know the new direction that we have decided to take the next day.

EITHERn the colm we will go to the right and not to the left, it seems a subtle change, right?.We said goodbye to him until the next day and we arrived at the last, eternal, steep and uncomfortable morrena, two steps backwards and one forward.There are moments that I do not know if I go up or low, or if the world has slowed down my feet.But as long as they keep moving everything will do well.

We pass several vivacs and, without knowing it, we skip the Williams box.There is no trace of what one day was the home of the British.With that inertia of going closer, we arrived at the base of the north tower and luckily we find a small terrace where to spend the night.

The sky has opened and the views are indescribable.We are surrounded by imposing moles of granite, on the one hand the towers are presented inaccessible.And in front the shield and strength look equally impregnable.

Where is the gas?

Now to dinner to replace energies, hydrate well and eat is the key.But ... and the gas?We have jetboil and cooking food, without gas?I don't believe you!!Have we left the gas in the Japanese?EITHERk ... positive thoughts, we have ham and Extremaduran of the rich "Ambonisa saves your life".Are rice noodles softened in ice water?definitely not.Even so, cold soup is not so bad, something will hydrate.

We will leave the oats all night to soak to be able to have breakfast.This does not change anything, just a little less comfort, just that.Tomorrow is the day and here in Patagonia there are no truces."If you want comfort, it's better to stay at home".Here, just to collect water from the thaw you have to climb and get out of skid plates.Eye that if you stumble upon you with the wet ass."I ask no !!".

The night looms on us and the wind raises.It only protects us a little murlete that we have rebuilt when it was still daytime.In the middle of the night he will yield with a burst of wind and part will fall on me.But for now it works and we are proud of our work.

The party begins!

It is still closed night when we see the first front, Made in USA.Too early, too cold and without light it is very easy to get lost, better wait for it to clarify.When it happens they appear more frontal, this time known.They are Felipe and his friends who also go to the central.The Chilean greyhounds who go to the Monzino.And the lamb of Camila and Romano who go to the workshop of the sun.Thanks to them we can fill my hot water thermos, we will reserve it as gold, for the night on wall.

The time has also arrived for us, you have to leave the nest.Leave behind what is known and enter the adventure.To get to the foot of the route we still have a good stretch.Climb for the spur, very attentive that although it is simple we are disagreed.

We pass some fixed rope with knots and from the shoulder we see that in the funnel there is much less snow and ice than expected.We decided to leave the crampons and piolets to lighten, the path ahead seems infinite.

We spend the channel and after several lengths of IV, almost 200m of pure trepindanga, which we climb simultaneously and in shoes, we arrive at Col Bich.

Very happy to be there, finally at the foot of life, we sing our invented war anthem.The cordadas that surround us generate echoes with their laughs.

We temperate our nerves and the sun reaches us, while we hope you compise them from above to advance.

«Different, I feel different from what was yesterday.More tired, but also wider.The experiences are tanning like the wind to the mountains »

Inside the store, at the Agostini camp.EITHERutside the strong wind and rain replicates again on the walls.I feel happy, happy to be on a roof and protected.

For the second time in Patagonia, we have made the right decision, know and discover the needles of the Fitz and the Cerro Torre without pressure.EITHERne foot after another, nothing more.

I still feel that Patagonia welcomes us and accepts us.It shows us their wonders between clouds that move wild and under the sun.Sometimes it seems that the mountains smoke very quickly.And by magic, flirts are opened to greet.Especially the Cerro Torre, of the whole trip it has been by far the most mysterious needle.

Without a doubt, its appeal is great and I can imagine someday in your somital fungus.But today better or think about it, on days like these, so unstable, it is better to stay in the valley and see them as they deserve, with admiration and respect.

Although the trip continues and future dreams arise from the images of these mountains that surround the chartén.My mind is still trapped in another valley, my soul in another tower.Relatively close in time and space.

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Where were we going?

We have just arrived at Col and after singing our war anthem, the dance begins.An artificial dance that had not practiced a long time.Although it must be like bike ride, which is never forgotten.I also have to pull resources, because with the change of last minute course ...

We do not wear stirrups, so I will have to manage with what I have at hand.We will call it artifo freestyle.I will use long tapes at the beginning, and later I will manufacture a stirrup that will give me more game, especially on the Bonington roof.For now I have to fight with a very vertical and wet long, an A2 well placed.

Then Diego will splices two longs, a precious cracked dihedral of IV+/A1 and who will enjoy the first part in free, feeling the Patagonian granite.And it will continue with a simpler A0/IV, to R3.

In the next relay, I will have to face the first techitos on the road.And I will climb a beautiful va+/a1 right jour.Arriving at the R4, something happens.I hear a strange noise, it's like an intense whistle, will it be the wind?

No, something happens, Felipe and the companions who are above, point out, shout, and they wonder.There are three condors, they walk very close between the west face and the east side of the towers.Suddenly, we are more aware of where we are, and we all stopped doing what we were doing, of climbing ... if necessary.To simply contemplate and feel the magic of your flight.

Fly, Condor flies flies!

There is a specific one that flies so close to me, that I decide that it is best to start conversation with him.I start by throwing compliments: "You are an amazing being, how beautiful and beautiful, how I would like to fly by your side".

But it seems that attracted to my compliments take confidence.And he approaches to such an extent, flies so, so close, that I end up saying: "Please, don't get closer ... that you will end up scaring me".The condors, with extended wings they have a wingspan of more than 3 meters.As little, it impresses to see them plan by your side.

Then, as if he understood me, he leaves with the thermal towards the other face, out of my reach.Leaving me in the retina one of the most amazing images of my life.Not every day you can contemplate by your side and from above one of the largest birds on the planet.

Diego quickly takes me overlook in a long one that, although the review marks a pendulum, with the current material can be done on the right crossing, a precious v+ crossing, which although it seems that it does not, it is allowed to protect.Diego enjoys it free, luckily this dry and granite is excellent.

The Bonington roof

Upon arriving at the R5 we planted under the big roof and the red dihedral is glimpsed above.A true pass.The roof shape is very special, it looks like a knife -cut cheese wedge.Skip in free to him, I see the waterfall that is formed to the right, and the water begins to wet me.I decide that the best thing will be to stop and put on the goretex.

There are two clavitos right on the inner vertex ... but nothing more.The fissure is so narrow that there is nothing that I have.Will Bonington's nails have fallen?I only see one option since we do not wear nails.In the ancient review it clearly puts "no nails" and I thought that being such a historical route had to pass without nailing.So what?

I support the legs on the opposite wall, I pushed everything I am, I hit everything I can, like a lizard and in the external vertex where the fissure widens a little, I put in extremis a micro.

Then I move on him gently and endure my weight, the right thing, to put something better above.I feel totally circus doing these aerial acrobatics.With the potential fallen in pendulum against dihedral and precarious protection until I get out of the ceiling, the pulsations increase.A1, says the review, hope ... I leave free as soon as I can, abandoning the stirrup below.The length has demanded a lot, that and the friction of the strings consumes me, and I reached the exhausted r6.

The fucking river

Diego, touches you ... a priori according to the review looks good ... a1/a0, there should be many nails, it should be more or less fast.We didn't know what was waiting for him.Diego complains little, or almost nothing.But in this length, he was spotted all the time, complained about the water.I thought about what the previous roof dripped and told him it was normal.But I didn't really understand it until I had to clean the length.

I don't know how to call that, we have called it to understand the fucking river.We carry many hard longs, almost all wet or dripping, and we accept the price of touching this red granite in this remote place.But this is too much.Go up a waterfall with a backpack on your back, noticing how water sneaks mercilessly through the goretex sleeves.To know it would have been better to bring a neoprene.

The sunset arrives and the sun does not heat up, the last thing I want is to continue putting my frozen hands in the ice water.I want to get out of there as soon as possible, "catch" I shout "catch more", "catch with everything".It is very vertical and I can't take it anymore, I fall and the ropes soaked gum with my weight.

I keep hanging under the waterfall.I know that I have to get out of there, that at every moment that happens it will be worse and that all the heat that will take long to recover it.I think that I hope I had a jumar and I admire Diego for getting up by that fucking river.

How to explain the pain of my hands, they are wrinkled as after a long bathroom.I don't feel them, especially the fingers of the right hand, the one I use to remove the friends.I need to feel them again, I hit them, I put them under my armpits and I notice how blood comes.

I shout and cry of pain, but I know from experience that is good.I know what has to happen, that the blood returns, to circulate, to bring life and heat again, even if the pain is inhuman.Finally, I still don't know how, I get to R7.Exhausted, frozen and soaked.And I find a comprehensive Diego, and about him, the red dihedral.

The red dihedral

Fire red, smooth, bright, wet, magnificent.I imagine Bonington's delight when such aesthetic length is in the middle of the route.I know it is the last long key of the day, of the road.Is getting dark and you have to decide.I feel that if we leave it tomorrow, we will be closer to the ground than of the summit.But if I can climb it now, we will be almost up.

Are those important decisions to be taken.Go down or up.I tell myself that it is only 20 meters, that it seems that there are cracks, that the night will be long and the shelf where we are not comfortable.Hard things I have faced with the faint light.It looks like an old book open.

I do not allow me to intimidate and with them, I tell Diego: "Pass me everything, I'm going up".The length is amazing, and I am sad not to enjoy it with more light and calm.Although it is very wet, it climbs well, protects itself well and danced well between its fissures.I arrive at the R8 and it seems to me a more worthy shelf where the night spends.And above all, I savor the triumph of being closer.A crucial length closer.

The Mini Vivac

The shelf we find is more dignified, but also more dwarf and uncomfortable.Still it will have to be enough.We are very tired to continue climbing, and more than night.We had the warm soup thanks to the thermos and open the last ham package that we have left.EITHERf course, he knows glory.

To sleep we gather stones trying to expand the area a little and somehow flatter the shelf.But despite the efforts, no matter how much we try we do not fit together.We tried all forms and positions, even the most unlikely.

It is a mixture between twister and tetrix.We end up counterpenting, the feet on the head of another.I was, with the vacuum by my side, I will put my legs in a backpack and anchor it to the meeting so as not to fall.

Not even my back is really well supported and I notice how the harness nailed little by little.Impossible to sleep, I will endure like a few hours, but in the end I will not be able to change.I need even, have your back on.So as I can, I get inside, I keep it a lot, warm, more comfortable and finally I fell asleep.

I have to say that Diego was a gentleman, as in the old movies, I leave the bag.And he slept half seated, only with the feathers and the Vivac's case.In addition, in the end, it was his legs that spent the most inside the backpack.

Second day on wall

At the dawn of the second day everything looks different.We have raw and surprisingly breakfast bacon.We are born renewed energies, we go up.We will climb, lighter since Vivac's material will be hung from that meeting, waiting for our descent.We will have approximately 12 long, but this section is simpler and mostly the climb is free, so we can go faster and enjoy more.

I start climbing that I woke up very motivated.While I am glad I have not tried at night.I face the most loser of the road.A journey that takes you to a rare and difficult fissure, very vertical, in which you do not know if you are doing well, until you reach the R9 and you find the only two spits of the road.There is not a nail that marks the way.Moreover, the nails you see are there to deceive you since they are shipments of people who lost before you.

Then more precious dihedra than Diego scale and fissure systems, slabs and some spur air that touched me.Long to enjoy and feel this magnificent orange granite finally.Also today the wall is more dry and it is a gift.After the classic fireplace that Diego scale, we arrived at Vivac de Bonington.We stop to fill water with the thaw with the help of a straw and continue.

Diego splices two longs in free, obviating a techito of A0, although it was a bit wet.After yesterday, he has the boss bar in the wall in the wall, very high.

And when we arrive at the R15, we met Felipe Rapelando with his friends, they are very happy.In his glassy eyes it is perceived that they get off the summit.They encourage us to continue and explain that there is still a lot for the true summit.Although in the original review there would end the road and a section would begin.The truth is very different, but it is still soon and we are very animated.So get to work.

The delicacy

I have what Felipe calls, a delicacy.A long run of the good, a perfect fissure of fingers that I enjoy very much.They also rappel by my side and encourage me.The fellowship we feel envelops us, his joy is spread.And if I look down, I have all the emptiness of the imposing face is under my feet.

The viewpoint where we took photos the other day is far away, so down that tourists look like ants.I love this feeling of being on the other side where my finger pointed out.And I like to feel like those same fingers cling to this incredible fissure.I think climbing a long way is the gift of the tower and my deserved delicacy.

Then the pyramid journey, which is exceptional, aerial and very aesthetic.Diego assures me on the other side, and we are climbing mini long until the R17.Where a nail marks the path of a rare fissure, also very vertical, that we did not expect.Diego will climb her with a claw and will be her task auction.We are almost, I reach the R18 or false top and leave quickly already easily to the summit.

And there we are, at the highest summit.The Summit of the Central Tower of the Torres del Paine.EITHERne of the most slender and beautiful needles in the world.Making a dream come true.Happiness mixes with nostalgia and my sensations are contradictory.

EITHERn the one hand the day is so splendid and the views so special that we would like to stop time at that moment and stay there forever.EITHERn the other hand, and back to reality, time urges, and adventure is coming to an end.You have to get out of there and retrace everything as soon as possible.Many rappels separate us from the ground and the wind already begins to notice.

Love for everyone

After the photos of rigor.Diego, my lamb partner kneel and looks at me very serious.Will hypoxia be? There is nooo!And before it happens, I know what is going to happen.I haven't dreamed it?He asks me a question, one, but it is very difficult.

And I stay in shock, I have nowhere to escape and answer: "EITHERk" and I don't know where we are, or what we do there, or how we have got there.I don't know if we are at the top, on the ground or where.In the clouds perhaps?EITHERne of his slopes is removed, with a lot of meaning for him and gives it to me, he knows that I will not carry rings.So now I look more piracy, even if possible.And everything indicates that I will embark with him in a shared pirate life, a lamb of life.

After the momentazo and still with the head elsewhere, we started the descent.We repel and undo the length of the pyramid journey, which is again amazing.And so, one after another the rappels happen how images of a life.

At each meeting we will pray all the sentences that we know so as not to have problems with the ropes.We have machined the descent, and Diego Rapela first, always with the ropes collected to the sides, so that the wind does not take them.

Colega where my backpack is

When we arrive at Vivac Bonington we stop to replace water, eat a little and keep going down.Diego takes off his backpack, while I'm going to pick up water, and he roses the rappel.We keep going down, and the strings go down with us.

We arrive at our improvised vivac, where we spent the night before.Diego quickly realizes that Felipe, our friend, has put a bag of nuts of his hotel, in the mushroom of Vivac's backpack.

It gives us a lot of joy and we eat them without thinking anything else.When we throw the ropes, it is when we notice.And the other backpack? Don't you wear it? If you took it all the time? But you went for water and haven't you taken it after putting the cantimplora? How is it possible?Tension, a lot of tension.Come positive thoughts, processing ... Let's look for solutions ... there is no.

Keep thinking, can we do anything?No, it's too late, if at least we hadn't thrown the strings.Climbing everything is impossible again, and less without the material.Time is changing quickly and we are aware that the window is closing.

We can't spend another night on the wall, we are risking to get down.We review the lost, all large friends from 1 repeated to 3, Express tapes, Cantimplora, front, radio, my thermos ...

We know that for now nobody has been able to recover it, the mountain has not been left.We do not know if it will climb again this season, which almost comes to an end.But we are famous in native, and everyone knows what is and where is our backpack.We'll see what happens when someone can climb the central tower again and recover it.

I have faith in that friends will make us reach somehow.Especially my thermos, which has accompanied me in so many unique adventures, and that for me it has sentimental value.But that will be another chapter, since the end of that story has not yet been written.

Just in case, we leave a note with our data in the Japanese camp.We extended the legend of the Spanish backpack full of totems ... and also in the new review that I have prepared with love and share the route, if you look good!Small details appear and right where we leave it, under a s.EITHER.S is drawn our lost backpack.

In the end the majority are material things and you have to live to enjoy them.So we decide wisely not wasting more time and continuing to go down.We know that now each rappel will be more exposed, since with less material, it will be more dangerous and complicated to recover the strings if they get hooked.

So the rappels happen, and the prayers in the meetings increase.We suffer some more hooks and climb to free them, but they are not serious and we are solving.When we arrive at Col Bich it is sunset and we give ourselves the first hug.We know that the most difficult is already done.

Now you just have to have a little more patience and head to reach our height nest.We continue to stop and the strings continue to hook, which slows down the descent.Until we final.

We ascend to the northern shoulder at dusk.Luckily we leave an emergency front and with that little light we are going down.We are very careful, in silence and how tiptoe, you illuminate me and I feel calmer.We arrive at Vivac at night and I can only think that tomorrow will be another day.Tiredness beats me and we slept deeply.

Down, This is Patagonia

But the next morning, the relax dissipates.The window closes and the wind is so strong that it throws us.The first thing that takes is my helmet, it starts from my hands.Fly like a condor, plan, go down and go up again.And I see him flying very far, very down until he losing sight.

I say goodbye to him, he has accompanied me to many summits and adventures, Alpamayo, the Sphinx, El Toclla and yesterday to the Central Tower.I thank you for taking care of all this time.

We started to go down as soon as possible by the spur of Morrena.The wind vapulates like puppets.He throws me to the ground and against stones on each streak and the heavy backpack does not help.I decide that I prefer to choose where to throw myself, and when I notice that it will happen I throw myself to the ground, to minimize the damage.

In spite of everything, I think of the decisions taken yesterday and in today's conditions.And with that wind, I'm greatly glad I got off the wall and be with my feet on the floor.

El EITHERasis

When we arrive at the beach we are tired and stressed. Así que para mí, más que una Playa, lo que encontré allá fue un EITHERasis."Make a paradita," Cami tells us.We sat down and joined the circle, we feel the heat of the pirate camaraderie again.They spend hot mate, some food.They are all radiant of happiness.

The mountain has accepted us and we are all back from the summits.In two days the three towers have climbed.La Norte: Three corrido to the Monzino and two cordados to the workshop of the Sun.The Central along the Bonington Route: two chords and us.And a southern cord.They tell us that everyone has reached a summit and they are fine.

We laugh and share experiences, food, stories, mate, adventures and songs.The excitement of finding us in this sacred valley, the moment and energy that reigns in that land of anyone, wraps us.

We are no longer unknown, the Pachamama has joined us and a shared passion to climb mountains.The sky has closed on us and begins to rain.But nothing matters, there is no hurry, the heat of our hearts has erased all fear.

By Fatima Gil

Fatima Gil is the seventh woman (first Spanish) who scale this route.Before she ascended: the Italian Ginella Pagani in 1987 with Ermanno Salvaterra;February 16, 2002 Allison (USA) was the second woman to make a summit in the central tower of Paine; Milena (Slovena) was the third;Heather Bather, 2013;Ivonne Donoso, (Chilena) 2016;Paloma Farkas (American), February 4, 2019.