Cerro Tronador.

The hanging glacier is pure white, however once it's fallen off, crumbled and crushed a few rocks it emerges on the lower slopes black, heavy with sediment and ground up rock. It then calves and the bits float around in this little glacial lake.
We were stood on the moraine so we guess at one point the glacier's snout was much closer.

The wind blowing the fresh snow around on the top.

Seraks ready to fall.
True to form within minutes of arriving falling ice and snow filled the valley with thunderous sounds.

Cravasses in the lower glacier.
