Seven Summits · No. 2 of 7
Sixteen days in the Argentine Andes, four camps on loose scree and ice, and a summit push to 6,961 meters on the tallest peak outside of Asia.
Seven months after standing on the summit of Kilimanjaro, we were back at it. This time the target was Aconcagua, the tallest mountain in the Western Hemisphere and the highest peak on Earth outside of Asia. At 6,961 meters it would be a significant step up from Kilimanjaro's 5,895, and our first real taste of extreme altitude. Grace and I knew this one would hurt.
Aconcagua sits in the Andes of western Argentina, just east of the Chilean border. It's a massive peak with a reputation for brutal wind and deceptive difficulty. It's not technical in the traditional sense, no ropes or ice climbing required on the normal route, but the altitude is punishing. Above 6,000 meters your body starts to break down, and the weather can turn violent without warning. More people fail on Aconcagua than succeed.
We flew into Mendoza, the wine capital of Argentina, and spent a day sorting gear and permits before driving three hours west to the Horcones Valley trailhead at the edge of Aconcagua Provincial Park. From there, we'd spend over two weeks working our way up through Confluencia Camp, Plaza de Mulas base camp, and three progressively higher camps before making our push for the top. Mountain Professionals, led by Ryan Waters, would be guiding us. What followed was sixteen days of scree, wind, cold, and one of the hardest things we've ever done.
The trek begins at the Horcones Valley trailhead, where you pass through the park ranger station, show your permits, and start walking. The landscape is immediately striking: dry, rocky, and completely barren. No trees, no grass, just red and brown earth stretching out toward enormous snow-covered peaks. It looks more like Mars than anything you'd expect in South America.
The first couple of days are a gentle approach through the Horcones Valley to Confluencia Camp at 3,400 meters. The pace is deliberately slow, giving your body time to start adjusting to the altitude. Mule trains carry the bulk of your gear, so you're hiking with a lighter day pack, which makes the walking itself almost pleasant. The views, though, are anything but ordinary.
Confluencia Camp is the first real stop on the mountain, a colorful cluster of expedition tents spread across a gravelly plateau at the junction of two valleys. We spent a rest day here doing an acclimatization hike toward Plaza Francia (4,000 m), the south face viewpoint, gaining altitude during the day and sleeping low at night. The south face of Aconcagua from this angle is one of the most dramatic walls of rock and ice you'll ever see.
The trek from Confluencia to Plaza de Mulas is a long day through increasingly barren terrain. The mule trains are your lifeline here, hauling duffel bags and equipment up the valley while you focus on putting one foot in front of the other. The final stretch involves a seemingly endless series of switchbacks up a loose moraine before the camp finally comes into view.
Plaza de Mulas is the largest base camp in the Andes and one of the biggest in the world. At 4,400 meters it's a sprawling tent city with dozens of expedition groups, a medical tent, and even a small hotel-like structure run by one of the outfitters. It's where you'll spend several days resting, acclimatizing, and preparing for the push to higher camps. From here, you can see the summit of Aconcagua directly above, and that visual connection makes it all feel very real.
We spent three days at Plaza de Mulas acclimatizing, eating as much as we could, and mentally preparing. The altitude at 4,400 meters is noticeable: headaches, shortness of breath, and disrupted sleep are normal. But each day your body adapts a little more. Go high, sleep low. The same principle as Kilimanjaro, just with much higher stakes.
This is where the mountain gets serious. Above base camp, the terrain shifts to endless scree fields, loose rock, and steep switchbacks. Each day you carry loads to the next camp, cache gear, and come back down to sleep. Then the next day you move up for good. It's exhausting, repetitive work, but it's the only way to safely acclimatize to these altitudes.
Camp 1 (Canadá) sits at 5,000 meters, Camp 2 (Nido de Cóndores) at 5,500, and Camp 3 (Cólera) at 5,930. By the time you reach Camp 3, you're in the death zone's doorstep. Everything is harder: walking, breathing, thinking, sleeping. Your appetite disappears. The wind picks up. The cold is bone-deep and constant. But you keep moving because the summit is right there, visible from every camp, taunting you to come closer.
Summit day on Aconcagua starts in total darkness. We left Camp 3 at 4:30 AM, headlamps on, layered in every piece of clothing we had. The air was bone-chillingly cold, easily minus thirty Celsius, and the wind was relentless. From Camp 3 the route climbs steadily to Independencia, then crosses an exposed face where frigid gusts blow snow in your face for a solid hour before the brief shelter of a rock outcrop called the Dedo. What follows is La Canaleta, an eternal-feeling climb up hard snow and ice where the summit never seems to get closer. It's the most mentally draining stretch of the entire climb.
As the sun came up, the world transformed. The entire Andes range lit up in gold and orange, peak after peak stretching to the horizon in every direction. We could see into Chile to the west, across the Argentine plains to the east. The scale of it was overwhelming. At this altitude, every step requires four or five breaths. Your legs feel like concrete. But the light, the views, and the knowledge that you're almost there push you forward.
And then we were there. 6,961 meters. The highest point in the Western Hemisphere. The highest point outside of Asia. The wind was howling, the air was thin, and we were standing on top of the Americas. Grace and I held up the summit banner together and felt something that's hard to describe: exhaustion, joy, disbelief, gratitude, all hitting at once.
We spent about twenty minutes on top, taking photos, catching our breath, and looking out at the most incredible view either of us had ever seen. Peaks in every direction, some in Chile, some in Argentina, all dwarfed by the spot where we stood. Then we started down. The descent is its own challenge, but the hard part was done.
Normal Route from the northwest, early February (peak season). Budget 14–20 days including acclimatization. Non-technical but extremely demanding due to altitude and wind. Fly into Mendoza, drive to Horcones Valley trailhead. Summit push starts around 4 AM from Camp 3. Prior high-altitude experience strongly recommended. Permits required through Aconcagua Provincial Park.
The climbing season runs from mid-November through mid-March, with January and February offering the best weather windows. We climbed in early February and had a strong summit-day window despite cold and wind throughout the expedition.
Fly into Mendoza, Argentina. From there it's about a three-hour drive west to the Horcones Valley trailhead at the edge of Aconcagua Provincial Park. Most guide companies arrange transfers and handle the park permits.
The Normal Route approaches from the northwest. It's non-technical but extremely demanding due to altitude and exposure. The route goes through Confluencia, Plaza de Mulas base camp, and three higher camps before the summit push. Expect 14 to 20 days total.
No technical climbing is required on the Normal Route, but the altitude demands excellent cardiovascular fitness. Prior high-altitude experience is strongly recommended. The Canaleta section near the summit is physically grueling even for experienced mountaineers.
Aconcagua's nearly 7,000-meter altitude is the defining challenge. Multiple rest and acclimatization days are built into the schedule. Go high, sleep low. Don't rush, don't skip rest days, and listen to your body and your guides.
We climbed with Mountain Professionals, led by Ryan Waters. Their experience, logistics, and steady judgment made an enormous difference. On a peak this big, your guide team is everything.