|Casey Tango on the first water fall of the Rio Fuy|
Pucon was starting to dry out and the team packed the rental truck up to get on the road heading south. It was rather late in the evening when we arrived in the Rio Llancahue valley. After a quick search for camping we decided upon a grassy non-fenced portion of land near the river. The evening stars were magnificent and we were all happy to be out of Pucon.
|Casey Tango and Gordon Klco getting dinner ready in a beautiful pasture|
The sound of a tractor revving it's engine awoke me. Then I heard curse words, even though they were being yelled in Spanish, the tone was clear and we were definitely camping in the wrong spot. The tractor ran over the corner of Tango's tent, and its driver started beating our rental truck with a switch of bamboo. We packed up quickly but then noticed our truck had a flat tire. We proceeded to change the tire with the farmer glaring and cursing. Then we drove a couple kilometers up the road to get away from the angry local. The rude awakening shook the group a little. It took an hour of drying tents and sipping on tea to get the anxiety back under control.
|Gordon Klco taking a big stroke into the unknown, Rio Llancahue|
|Gordon Klco sitting in front of our rental truck with the tire off getting patched again|
|Gordon Klco popping off the first of the falls on the Rio Fuy|
|The peaks near Rio Fuy|
|One of the Frenchies on the first falls of the Rio Fuy|
|Casey Tango sloping off the second drop in the water fall section of the Rio Fuy|
|Taking some time to enjoy the little things|
|Write up and photos by Chris Baer|