Flying among Volcanoes

Take-off at Puerto Varas

We took off at the aerodrome located in the district of Puerto Varas, but we could have also done it from the district of Puerto Montt. In both airclubs, double engine aircrafts with a capacity for five to seven passengers are ready to show that, from the air, the landscape becomes majestic.

The control tower itself is an attraction worth a photograph. Its façade is built with alerce tiles, just the ancient houses of this area of the Chilean lakes. No sooner had the aircraft raised its nose than beautiful sown fields, the vastness of Lake Llanquihue, and a fabulous deep blue sea were made out in the background and soon became the protagonists of the scene.

The small cities of Puerto Varas, Frutillar, and Ensenada were left below, just the seaport city of Puerto Montt, with its crafts and fishermen. The Angelmo harbor and the great island of Chiloé in the distance were left behind as we crossed the green thickness of ancient Alerce Andino National Park, the salmon nets that the Reloncavi Estuary displays from thousands of meters, and the mouths of the rivers ending into it.

While our questions could not express every single thing perceived by our eyes, Santiago Vidal, the aircraft pilot, described each one of the points standing out from the air due to their magnitude. The Calbuco and Yate Volcanoes, the Tronador and Puntiagudo Mounts, Lakes Chapo, Todos los Santos, Rupanco, and Llanquihue, the Alerce Andino and Vicente Pérez Rosales National Parks, all of them were pointed at by the wise finger ofthose who have flown over the area for years.

The Osorno, A Special Volcano

The first volcanoes we made out were the Yates and the Calbuco. But the one that catches our attention most is a dark green and black snow-capped mass with arms of snow that almost reach the base. From the aircraft, we spotted its presence. It is impossible not to.

But Santiago had promised us that strawberry for the end of the tour. So we immediately started to approach the Andes Mountain Range. Flying over the vast Lake Todos los Santos, with an intense turquoise color, we could make out the source of the Petrohue River and its famous falls, the Casa Blanca and Puyehue Volcanoes, and the National Park bearing the same name.

On the other side of the mountain range, and over 3000 meters high, we went speechless as we saw Lake Nahuel Huapi, Mount Tronador with its dark glaciers, and Mount Catedral, unique for the two peaks of its summit. There, in the distance, a lonely and huge white mass, which in fact receives the name of Lanín Volcano, would silently watch our flight.

Photos here, photos there. The plane made a slow turn, and Santiago, with his eyes fixed on ours, simply uttered: “It’s time… To the Osorno.” Our hearts could not believe our eyes. We could not believe that, after all the marvelous sights we had just caught, there would be one more that would make the rest look small and insignificant.

Lake Puyehue and Lake Rupanco were left behind, just the beautiful Puntiagudo Volcano. And there it was –the Osorno. in the school books, pictures, and the geography maps. With its classical dark blackish green, and ornamented with arms of eternal snow. Its presence began to attract us. The small plane –now small indeed- would approach the white wall as if the mass were in fact a magnet.

The summit hypnotized us, and towards it we went. Santiago, proud of his volcano, every Chilean, timidly approached it, and we began to fly and photograph it by ing its presence in circles until we were practically close enough to touch the summit with our own hands.in fact, that was what we really wished for…

I do not believe that there are proper words to express the sensation we experienced at that moment. No one really has those words, but the only thing I remembered there, until we finally touched down again at Puerto Varas, was that when our friend promised the final strawberry for the end, he surely must have thought of his favorite volcano. We agree. But I think there is one detail missing in the definition of the Osorno: flying around it undoubtedly offers the possibility of appreciating from the air “the most beautiful whipped cream a mountain could have on top …”