my first time at the mountain

when i was a child , my dad always told me histories about his childhood. some of this histories  are related to the mountain and my futher's adventures on it. from those moments the mountain became one of my dream place. time passed until i turned 15 years old, as a bithday present my dad told me: ''¿do you want to know the mountain?'', i inmediatly said yes.

we planning our visit to Vilches( one natural reserve located at 67km from Talca).I remember that i buy a mountain backpack that can hold 75lts, also i bought a lot of cans of food and thermal clothes like t-shits, boots, socks,jackets and a trekking stick that i lost when we crossed the river :'(.

the picture shows me and the route to follow, here we are in the midde of the camp 4 arround 7 km from the start point.

about 2 hours after starting to walk, we finally arrive to the camp 6 a relax place where all the turists camp,there were even 2 toilets and 2 showers.but we must continue.

  about 4 hours later,we were in front of a river , a don't remember it's name right now, but it was so big that it was at least 15 meters wide , and the water was as cold as a bucket of ice, in this moment i could fell the cold in my bones, so after that we finally arrived to the deer valley(after another 2 hours of walking). our adventure ends, when 2 days after our arrival to the deer valley, the weather turns cloudy and my dad told me '' i think that in a few hours it would start to rain'' , for this reson we started our return.