 Mónica Pons  Eduardo Epifanio
It is usually necessary to follow secondary roads in order to access hidden spots that offer their secrets only to the most curious visitors. |
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During the summer transhumance season, the Mapuche communities take their animals to the high valleys, where they make the most of the humidity of the green grass growing after the long winters. What about visiting one of these sites?
We got on our vehicle one afternoon and slowly drove to Lake Hualcupén, leaving Caviahue through a paved road in the direction of Loncopué. A few kilometers ahead, we would find a sign on the right.
Once on the gravel road, we started to go up the mountain as we left behind the familiar scenery. We were welcomed by ancient specimens typical of this region: the monkey-puzzle trees. Capable of becoming adapted to the cold and windy areas, they looked like paper figures on the mountain ridge and its hillsides.
Both young and old trees showed their lineage, their long years presiding over the area and offering their primitive fruit –the pine-nut- to the local settlers.
The Copahue Volcano and its constant fumarole were visible from that spot. The sulfurous waters concentrated in the pond located at its summit become steam when they make contact with the cold mountain air. |
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We crossed a gate and closed it behind us. The road went across a plain without any cliffs. Creeks with threads of meltdown water where the animals quenched their thirst appeared after some bends.
Lambs and goats were grazing on the hillsides without any fear of us. We perceived the purity of the air. It was completely free of pollution and unknown to us. We realized that that zone was accessed by very few visitors.
In a high spot, we discovered that the lake was real. It seemed to be waiting for our cameras. We shot some takes from several angles before we went down to the beach. The surrounding hills sheltered it from the winds and there was only one house with pens at sight.
We felt the silence around, only interrupted by some voice or some dog barking in the distance. The surface was so quiet that it was like a mirror where the mountainous skyline and the only house we had seen were reflected. |
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We walked on the volcanic sand bordering the lake as we kept on taking photographs of everything around. The two ends of the lake were at reach.
Shortly afterwards, we discovered that it empties its waters into a shallow creek whose rocks let us cross to the other side. We lay down to watch the sky inside a small monkey-puzzle tree woodland area.
A few clouds started to conquer the sky. They seemed to aim at covering the lake during the night. Our maps showed us the route of Hualcupén Creek, which ended at Cajón de Hualcupén. |
Upon arriving at Caviahue, we had been impressed by the green soft hillsides at Cajón del Hualcupén. Now we understood that it was that creek –and many others flowing downhill- which provided their humidity and life to this soil.
The sun was setting when we left. We felt grateful to have indulged our curiosity letting ourselves be carried away by those quiet roads. We had something else to tell and the photographs would support our words. |
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