Let me return to writing about Chile. On one of the days we stayed in Puerto Montt, Machi’s wife was gracious enough to drive us around Lake Llanquihue to see the natural wonders there.
Our first stop was the Petrohué Falls.
Here’s a map of the area (a Google map with “terrain” set). You’ll want to click on it to get the full-size version.
You can see Puerto Montt at the lower left. The lake north of it, with the towns of Puerto Varas and Puerto Octay, is Llanquihue. It’s about 20-25 miles across. To the east is Lago Todos Los Santos (All Saints Lake). The falls are on the river that connects the two lakes. That white squiggly line running down the right side is the border with Argentina.
Here’s the approach to Petrohué Falls.
It cuts through basaltic rock. It actually rather reminds me of the Great Falls of the Potomac just a bit upstream from Washington, D.C.
Here’s what it looks like from above (via Google’s satellite view).
Near the bottom you can see the bridge that was in the previous picture. And the parking lot is to the left.
If you look at that previous picture again, you’ll see a bit of slope heading up on the left. Well, there’s more to that.
That is the Osorno Volcano, which was almost always visible wherever one is around Lake Llanquihue. You can look again at the first map to orient yourself.
The water was actually rather low—we were there during the “dry” season. If we’d come instead in June there would have been ridiculous amounts of water going over the falls.
But as it was, it was still spectacular.
You can, if you wish, purchase a ride on a jet boat to take you to the base of the falls. (We didn’t.) Here’s one of the boats just starting its way up.
Then it clears the first rapids.
After that it rather wallows in the spray from the waterfall.
(Photo Credit: Alan Bruens)
Of course we need some pictures of us with the volcano in the background. Here are Virginia (Machi’s wife) and Lucas (Machi’s son).
And here I am.
The trail had been “improved” with gravel to even out the rough spots on the basaltic rocks. However, as you can see, there was still plenty of the rock exposed, and of course that was quite delicious for bare feet.
Let me end up with another photo taken by Alan.
He really knows how to frame a shot—my corresponding picture of the Osorno Volcano was okay, but Alan’s picture just has that something extra because he made sure to get the tree in there.
From here, we drove up the side of Osorno (well, part of the way); I’ll leave that for another posting.
So does Machi’s son go barefoot as well?
Machi can probably give a better answer, but from what I saw, I’d say, “Occasionally, but usually not.” He did hike barefoot with us up Mount Terevaka and around the quarry at Rano Raraku, but that was about it. Well, that and, when we drove to the Puerto Montt airport he did go barefoot then into the terminal to see Alan and me off.
That’s a shame. I wonder why he doesn’t do it full time. Social pressure?
To each his own; each person is different. I also suspect that it takes a certain kind of iconoclast to go barefoot in today’s environment.