The pretty little town of Pucon was the launch point for a walk up an active volcano.
Fortunately for us the ski lift (29) was running which saved some walking. Unfortunately it was a bit antiquated, so no safety bar and a running dismount. We trekked up to the base of the ice before donning crampons, this time we also had ice picks although I the primary reason was for something to dig into the ice if you fell. More luck at the top as the wind was in our favour & the gas masks could stay in the rucksacks. Up close to the edge of the crater you could hear the volcano grumbling.
So at the top of another hill & looking for a route down. This time tobogganing, well more of a plastic tray (30) but I'm still counting it
Fortunately for us the ski lift (29) was running which saved some walking. Unfortunately it was a bit antiquated, so no safety bar and a running dismount. We trekked up to the base of the ice before donning crampons, this time we also had ice picks although I the primary reason was for something to dig into the ice if you fell. More luck at the top as the wind was in our favour & the gas masks could stay in the rucksacks. Up close to the edge of the crater you could hear the volcano grumbling.
So at the top of another hill & looking for a route down. This time tobogganing, well more of a plastic tray (30) but I'm still counting it
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