Patagonia is low. Torres del Paine's towers top out around 2,500 m and El Chaltén sits at 405 m, so altitude is a non-issue and everything else is amplified. The Southern Patagonian Icefield sits behind both massifs and feeds weather onto bare rock, which is why a single day can move through still sun, horizontal sleet, and back again inside four hours.
The practical consequence is that a fixed itinerary is a liability here. The difference between seeing Fitz Roy and photographing cloud is usually not luck. It is having a spare day and the willingness to reorder the week. We build slack in deliberately and treat the forecast as the schedule, which is why lodge-based days beat a rigid self-supported loop for most guests even though the loop reads better on paper.
North of the towers, the Carretera Austral and Chiloé are a different Patagonia: wetter, greener, quieter, and stitched together by ferries because the fjords make a continuous road impossible. That country rewards a road journey rather than a trek, and it fails badly if you try to hold a timetable through it.