Back on some pavement

Where we’ve been in Chile this past week.

We love Chile. You might think by now that we just love everywhere, but that isn’t exactly true, since we didn’t love the Yucatan very much at all. Anyway, back to the positive: we love Chile. It is home to a grand variety of landscapes, and after spending a month in the forbidding Patagonia on rough gravel roads we were ready for a bit of a break. We planned a route through the famous Lakes and Rivers Regions, and hopped among huge inland lakes for most of a week.

We finally discovered some of Chile’s famous fresh produce, and we rode gentle hills through bucolic farmland. We also got kind of bored from how easy it was, and for that reason we have taken a turn towards the Andes where we are once again bouncing along the gravel backroads and climbing among mountains. We’ll talk about these latest mountains in the next post though. For now we’ll focus on the giant sparkling lakes and the volcanoes that tower above them.

Our first big lake was called Lago Llanquihue, which is quite a tongue twister. This lake’s perimeter is quite developed for tourism, and it was a hopping place for vacationing Chileans. A neat aspect of the tourism here is that they are actively promoting cycling, so there was a designated bicycle path along the road for many miles. The nearly perfectly conical volcano overlooking the vast lake provided a perfect backdrop too!

Riding towards Volcan Osorno

Ut-oh, Daisy fall down!

The glorious moment when we realize that the gravel ends and pavement begins.

Field of wheat with a big sky

After that came Lago Puyehue after yet another stretch of bumpy gravel road. We had expected gravel for about 45 miles, but after a mere 20 there was a sudden, wonderful section of brand new pavement. We call this unexpected treat ‘bonus pavement’. We got more bonus pavement on the way to the next lake, Lago Ranco.

Morning riding through gravel and roadwork.

Daisy makes some new friends

Daisy makes yet another new friend!

Right before our bonus pavement was a man-powered ‘ferry’ (raft) crossing. The two guys used metal hooks to grab the rope and then walked the length of the raft.

In Lago Ranco we stayed in a funny campground where the owner met us wearing teeny tiny black shorts and nothing else. The place was crammed with kids and dogs and barbecues. We snagged the very last site crammed between a young family and the playground. We were in for a long night, especially since the town fireworks show unexpectedly began at 11:30 pm.

A view of a lake

Fields with lines of corn

Farm with a view!

We started to see fields of wheat, blueberries, and corn. Fruit and vegetable stores are found in every little town, and at night we often have so many veggies in our dinner that we can barely eat it all. We even discovered a brand new fruit: the sweet cucumber. Inside it has thick flesh that tastes like a fragrant sweet melon.

Sweet cucumber, locally known as ‘pepino dulce’

Fruit and vegetable market – it is wonderful to be in the land of fresh produce!

Daisy and volcano

The weather started to get hot – in the 80s or even 90s. Because of this heat we decided to take a rest day in the small tourist town of Lican Ray on the banks of yet another large lake. This one was situated beneath the Volcan Villarica, and was home to a black sand beach that was packed with Chilean tourists. We found a backyard campground at the edge of town and settled in. Rest days are full of chores and very little rest. There are blogs to update, clothes to wash, families to contact, routes to plan, shopping to do, bicycles to repair / clean. On this day I (Daisy) had work to do on a statistics manuscript as well.

Black sand beach of Lican Ray

This pig loved the trash pile across the street from our campground.

Our safety vests got a much-needed cleaning.

The laundry water was nasty!

One more day of riding brought us to the edge of the mountains again, although we spent one more day camping on a lake. We had tried to stay at a cheap campground away from the shore, but the power was bizarrely out and it was closed down. Instead we stayed at a much pricier place, but it had a bonus kitten that happily drank the milk we offered and settled in for a nap on my lap. Bike touring certainly has its advantages!

Daisy feeds the kitten

Next up, we hit the mountains again on one-lane gravel roads. Spoiler alert: we found a giant beetle and a Chilean tarantula!

The tarantula we saw crossing the road…

Well, we finished the Carretera Austral.

Technically we ‘skipped’ the last 45 km to the big city of Puerto Montt, but they were all paved and we took the unpaved alternated for an additional 60 kilometers of rough gravel. We decided to call this latest section the ‘Carretera Austral Plus’. If anybody asks, we’ll tell them we rode the whole thing!

Dead trees standing sentinel in the park.

From Chaiten we rode for a day through the beautiful park of El Pumalin. It is a very large private reserve (owned by an American, strangely enough), with many well-maintained trails and campgrounds. It was a mistly morning when we entered the park, but by midday the clouds cleared and we could see the lovely forest that was clearly recovering from the volcanic eruption. We even took a hike to see some old growth trees!

Smoking volcano of Chaiten

Still many dead trees from the volcano.

Waiting for the ferry

That evening we took a ferry across one fjord to a tiny spit of land between ferries. We decided to camp here for the night, which was a great decision. It was like we had the whole place to ourselves, and we wandered a side road free of traffic, just to see where it went. That night we camped in a shelter next to the following ferry landing.

A beautiful spot on a side road.

Home for the night.

The following day we had the whole bay to ourselves for the morning, and we lazed about reading and drinking tea. Just as the first group of motorists arrived a small boat motored across the water to unload a family and about a dozen coolers. They set up shop in the same shelter we had slept in, and proceeded to sell a delicious assortment of food. We bought empanadas and salmon ceviche from them.

Chaos as the family sells food from the shack.

The truck debacle.

The ferry eventually came and it was a production to get all the cars on and arranged properly. One long truck couldn’t make it around the tight corner, and it took about half an hour (and the assistance of another truck) before the long truck jolted down the hill and onto the ferry. The onlookers clapped.

Look how high the rear wheels are off the ground.

We found a puppy at the campground.

That night, on the far side of the fjord, we followed a 9-year-old girl back to her house where her mom ran an unofficial campground.

From here it was only another half day of riding to the ‘end’ of the Carretera Austral, and to be honest it was pretty uneventful. The scenery got a lot prettier once we took a smaller route north along another fjord lined with steep mountains. For the next three days we wound along the side of the cliff over the saltwater, sometimes finding flat spots where rivers flowed. One night we camped in an abandoned soccer field. The following night we stayed at a very posh eco-campground with lovely sites on a river.

Perfect riding at the very end of the Carretera Austral. Very far from the hardship we endured farther south!

The road followed the fjord inland.

A beached boat near our campsite.

The posh eco-resort

We finally reached the end of the fjord and climbed up and away from the ocean. The forest here was beautiful – lush and green with tall trees and ferns. As we rode we approached a perfectly conical 8,000′ volcano. It was topped with snow, and sometimes hid behind a bank of clouds. Now, we’re in the Lakes Region of Chile. There are volcanoes, large lakes, and farmland. We are looking forward to finding more and better produce in the town markets, and to riding the mostly paved routes that weave between the lakes.

Fishing is popular here on the lakes and rivers.

Near perfect riding.

So many bees!

Volcan Osorno rose above us.

Birds-eye view of our budget campsite.

It is our first night in this region, and we camped in the center of a small town. The wind is blowing off the lake (which is huge, by the way) in great gusts. Luckily, this budget site is well protected from the wind by a bamboo fence, even though it only cost $3 each. While we made dinner the campground folks played loud pop music, so we danced while the lentils boiled. It is a minor miracle, but we are still not sick of lentils – even after 3 months of eating them most nights!

It’s the end of our third week riding on the Carretera Austral, and we are in the comparatively large town of Chaiten.  This town is famous because in 2008 a nearby volcano erupted and buried it.  The inhabitants were vacated, and the town was relocated a few miles north of its previous location.  The volcano is clearly visible from almost anywhere in town, and it is still smoking.  Yikes!

It’s been an interesting and varied week.  We’ve been seeing tons of southbound cyclists – up to 30 each day.  It is the height of vacation season for the Chileans, so we meet many college students from Santiago out adventuring.  They are lucky to have such a fantastic area for adventuring just a few bus rides away.  For us, we’ve seen more mountains (of course), along with more towns.  There has been a series of construction areas that presented difficulties.  One in particular combined with a fierce storm and forced us to get our first ride since Washington State.

Leaving Coyhaique (where we last updated) there are two potential routes north: a paved route along the river, and a gravel road through the mountains.  You can guess which one we chose!  Despite some cold weather, a stiff breeze, and loose gravel, it was a phenomenal day of riding.  To illustrate:

That night we stayed inside for the first time in weeks.  It was only $8 each to stay in a very simple hostel, but it was actually very nice.   There were about 5 blankets on each bed!  We were happy to be inside, since the wind and rain raged all night long.  It stayed pretty rainy for the next day, and we kept hoping it would clear.  We spent that night camping along a lovely river, still hoping for clear weather.

Consequence of rain and sun: rainbows! Jason almost made it to the pot of gold here.

It was not to be, even though the following morning hinted at better conditions.  The rain was on and off as we rode through the early hours, but it was all ‘on’ as soon as we started the biggest climb of the day.

This climb coincided with some nasty road construction that had more or less destroyed the road surface and made everything more difficult.  It really started to pour as we got higher and higher into the hills.  We reached the top and realized that the wind was insanely strong directly into our faces.  The rain was actually sideways.

All rain once the climb started.

Inside the port a potty.

We stopped to get some warmer clothes on, but it took us too long and we ended up chilled, wet, and not willing to start a long descent.  The only shelter for us was a plastic port-a-potty, which we were actually very grateful to shelter in (ok, it was disgusting, be we were pretty desperate at this point).  I (Daisy) tried to flag down a truck to carry us the rest of the way through the construction site.  The really bad part was that the road was to be closed for traffic from 1 to 5 that day, and it was 12:30.

I frantically waved down every truck that went by until we finally convinced two German tourists to let us pile into their rental truck.  Good thing too, since the rain continued sideways and the road was just awful going down the hills.  Even the truck had to crawl along in 4 wheel drive.  After about a half hour we got stopped at another construction block that wouldn’t open for two more hours.  The Germans decided they didn’t want to wait, so we had to get all our stuff out of their truck.  Once again, we were in the pouring rain and cold.

  Luckily, a lovely family took pity on us and made us cups of hot, sweet coffee.  It warmed us to the core.  We also found a truck carrying hitch-hikers that was willing to take us through the construction.  Again, we were very grateful for the lift as the construction zone was in awful shape (they were blasting up the sheer cliffs on the side), and the weather was nasty.   That night we were incredibly grateful just to be warm and dry in a covered tent area.

Nasty blasting zone and mud.

Very nasty riding surface we were glad to not ride on.

Since then, we’ve had some easy days through pleasant scenery.  It certainly hasn’t been spectacular by Carretera Austral standards, but it also hasn’t been raining!  We rode through yet more construction, too.

The big bad bull.

Last night we camped next to a glacial stream a little ways off the road, and the site seemed almost too perfect.  That is, until the giant bull came wandering into camp!  He was a bit upset that we were cooking dinner in his path, and he huffed at us a bit before sniffing the tent and rambling off into the bushes.  After that we used logs to build a fence around our sleeping area…

Our tent, protected.

We have just a few more days left on the Carretera Austral.  It has been quite a ride for us so far, but we are looking forward to getting to know other parts of Chile.  A few more photos:

Beautiful sky in the evening.

Village dogs meet prissy sweater dog.

Many of the little towns have churches like this.

Common scene for in-town camping