Burt's and George's Chilean Adventure Part 3
Tuesday, May 8th
In the morning, we drove up this road to Park Hornopiren, stopping to enjoy the scenery from time to time.
We drove in the park as far as we could and were greeted by a friendly park ranger and his dog. We set out on our hike, accompanied by the park dog that guided us on our walk over bridges and through muddy paths.
This hanging bridge was conveniently constructed with missing boards to provide us with an unobstructed – albeit nerve-wracking - view of the water below.
Above – a horse-drawn cart still used for hauling logs.
We hiked up a path so worn by wear and water than, in some spots, it was six feet deep. I can imagine Mapuche Indians walking down this path for the past 500 years!
We were guided on our way by the park dog – a German shepherd - that showed us the driest parts of the path. Occasionally, when we would choose the wrong way, he would whine and wait patiently for us to figure out the right path.
We had hoped to hike all the way to a lake in Hornopiren Park, but a bull stood in our path. We shared our lunch with the dog and waited for the bull to move, but he wouldn’t budge. We finally turned around and headed back the way we came.
We drove back up the Carretera Austral.
We rode the ferry back, heading north this time, our little grey Peugeot leading the pack.
We drove through Puerto Montt, took another ferry to the island of Chiloe and arrived at our hotel on the Plaza of Ancud in time for dinner. Sadly, there were no seats in the local restaurant as the town’s residents had gathered there to watch the soccer game – Chile vs. Mexico. Eventually we found a restaurant with one free table and enjoyed King Crab and Futbal!
Here is the plaza of Ancud right outside our hote