Against the recommendations of 20 people, my friends Riley,
Helena, and I went backpacking in Chile in a beautiful location called El
Enladrillado. None of the people
denied the beauty of the mountains; they all did, however, question my
intelligence of hiking in late fall.
While I do value the concerns of others, I understand the inherent
dangers of camping, as that is what I love to do. I tried to explain that I had
gone camping and survived a night at the beach and in the mountains without a
sleeping bag, pad, or tent before in colder weather. I also explained I slept in a snowcave another weekend… all
of which was futile. After 2 weeks
of semi-convincing everyone I knew, some very kind professors, neighbors,
family, and friends, all contributed the necessary gear to help me venture into
the unknown. And we were off.
The Enladriallado is in a beautiful
park is known for being a UFO (OMNI) landing zone. After rushing to the terminal with backpacks 15 pounds too
heavy were pleasantly surprised to see a bus full of other fools with large
backpacks. Apparently it wouldn’t
be just the three of us Americans abducted this weekend. After standing on the bus for an hour on
the drive over, we finally arrived in Vilches to begin the journey. We met an English professor from
Michigan right when we arrived and felt a bit inadequate when he informed us he
would be running the trail we would be hiking. At 10am the journey began, or at least the first 2
kilometers up to the entrance to the park.
We returned back and cooked up some
homemade completos before a nice cold night outside. At 6:30 am the next morning we heard the hustle and bustle
of our neighbors and by eight, breakfast in our bellies, we were off to the
Enladrillado. The only thing in
our way was 500 meters vertical and the wonderful force called
gravity. Ten seconds in I was
looking for the chairlift… that was nowhere to be found. The walk up was beautiful as we
traveled through different shades of red, orange, yellow, and green trees until
the only thing around were rocks.
Finally about two hours later we made it to the top. This is what we saw…
On top we met new friends from all
over the world, who seemed just as interested in taking pictures of us, the
three gringos, as we were of the scenery. We continued our walk through
moonlike landscape to a beautiful mountain lake. With only a few minutes to
enjoy the serenity we began our decent to the bus… hopefully... waiting for us 10 kilometers below. As we descended,
so did our sanity. For an hour we
played a game where you say one word and the next person says the first thing
that came to mind… lets just say I felt bad for Helena. For the first time in Chile there were
more guys than girls. Safe, but
practically delirious, we finally arrived at the bus with time to spare.
This was a wonderful trip. I really
enjoyed being outdoors and in the elements, and am glad I could share this
experience with two great friends.
This trip convinced me to return to Chile in the future and go
backpacking down south in Patagonia.
My pictures are beautiful but can’t even give the location justice. Everyone up north hope you are enjoying
that summer!
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