Puyehue Speaks
Making camp on the crater rim, whispers in the air, lines on the mind. Photo: Xabier Azcarate
Words: Antonia Galmez
The volcano roared before we could ride it.
We had been told about the mysterious “remesón,” a deep tremor that can rise from the depths of the mountain, and we had just felt it. First came a low rumble, a vibration traveling from the ground into our boots, then a hollow echo rose from inside the crater itself, as if the mountain were breathing.
Puyehue was speaking, and we were listening. It was almost December, and we were still chasing the southern hemisphere winter. With me were Maria “Jesu” Jesus Ardura, Isidora “Isi” Chicharro, and Xabier “Xabi” Azcarate, our filmer.
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