Huilo huilo, chile
reevaluating our mission on patagonia Soul
Huilo Huilo, Chile is a for-profit biological reserve that we found ourselves on in our attempts to make it to Futrono. The designation of private bridges made it impossible to cross by land into the territory. Once in Huilo Huilo we stuck to the public roads, but found ourselves in dangerous situations with destroyed bridges and overgrown areas requiring bushwhacking and wilderness safety practices.
Travel Tip: Speaking Chilean-dialect Spanish will open more doors for you than money. Learn some slang before you go, or travel with someone like Tyler who speaks fluently!
The sky cleared long enough for us to see white on the rounded peaks in the Huilo Huilo valley, as we struggled to get off Section 12 of the Greater Patagonian Trail and restructure our trip in Futrono.Reese Wells.
Due to privately-owned bridges around Puerto Fuy, we had to commission a boat owner to take us around the bridges and onto the shores of Huilo Huilo, where we then connected with the public roads. A strange, gray time on the GPT. Reese Wells.
Due to some gear issues we had to rely on a 225 sq foot rectangle of construction plastic to get us through the rainiest, most miserable days of our entire trip. Here Tyler is attempting to pack his bag, which is soaked through and close to freezing. Reese Wells.
Single, wildly virile male seeking human meat sack to rent second half of lovely 225 sq ft garbage bag. Must have both kidneys and submit previous three housing references. Please respond directly to firstname.lastname@example.org, or through River Randy Real Estate. Serious inquiries only. Reese Wells.
The Deuter looking dirty and disturbingly pregnant as we cut through the chop of Lago Pirihueico towards Section 12 of the Greater Patagonian Trail, day 4 of Patagonia Soul. Reese Wells.
When the rains fall and the winds howl and the mountain lions prowl at night,
When the moon fills and the cloud spills and the river runs brown with silt,
When the earth groans and the heaven moans and our shelters shiver and shake,
That's when I'll look to you, into your fiery blue, and know that I am yours to take.