The Call of the Quetrupillan

The moment I heard about the Quetrupillan Volcano Ascent, I knew it was a challenge I couldn’t resist. Nestled between the Lanin and Villarrica volcanoes, Quetrupillan stands as a beacon for thrill-seekers like myself. The name itself, meaning “Spirit of few lights” in Mapudungun, whispered promises of mystery and adventure. As I gathered my gear and rallied my fellow adrenaline junkies, the anticipation was electric. We were ready to conquer the 16 km ascent, surrounded by the rich tapestry of native fauna and flora.

Arriving at the base, we were greeted by the Terra Volcano Family, a team of local professionals who exuded warmth and confidence. Francisco, Ariel, and Richard, our guides, were more than just leaders; they were the embodiment of the spirit of the mountain. Their smiles and encouragement set the tone for the journey ahead. With equipment in perfect condition and spirits high, we embarked on what promised to be an unforgettable adventure.

The Ascent Begins

The trail was a symphony of sights and sounds, each step bringing us closer to the heart of the Quetrupillan. The landscape was nothing short of breathtaking, a canvas painted with the vibrant hues of the region’s endemic flora. As we climbed, the air was filled with the calls of native birds, a reminder of the rich biodiversity that surrounded us.

Our guides were meticulous, ensuring that the group stayed together, respecting each individual’s pace and rhythm. It was a dance of camaraderie and respect, each of us pushing our limits while supporting one another. The ascent was challenging, but the energy of the group and the leadership of our guides made it feel like a shared triumph.

The higher we climbed, the more the landscape transformed. The lush greenery gave way to rugged terrain, a stark reminder of the raw power of the earth beneath our feet. It was a humbling experience, standing on the shoulders of giants, feeling the pulse of the volcano beneath us.

Reaching the Summit

As we neared the summit, the air grew thinner, and the anticipation reached a fever pitch. The final push was a test of endurance and will, each step a testament to our determination. And then, we were there. Standing atop the Quetrupillan, the world stretched out before us, a panorama of peaks and valleys, a testament to the majesty of nature.

The sense of accomplishment was overwhelming, a rush of adrenaline and awe. We stood together, a band of adventurers, united by the journey and the triumph. The guides, Francisco, Ariel, and Richard, were more than just leaders; they were our brothers in adventure, their guidance and spirit a vital part of our success.

As we descended, the memories of the ascent lingered, a tapestry of experiences woven into the fabric of our lives. The Quetrupillan Volcano had given us more than just a climb; it had given us a story, a shared adventure that would live on in our hearts. To the Terra Volcano Family, and to the spirit of the mountain, we owe our gratitude. Que el Newen siempre los protege hermanos.