Every time I see mountains, I get butterflies. It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve seen that mountain, I always feel that flutter. As my dad and drove through Puyehue National Park, the peaks would peep through over trees and my heart would skip each time I caught a glimpse. By the time we were at the top of the volcano, my heart had stopped and the butterflies were taking over. I’ve seen this view multiple times, it’s not that it’s something new to me, but I’m overwhelmed by excitement and emotion just standing outside the car. We were the only ones out there. We could see for miles as we hiked along the edge of the calderas, looking out at the Andes; Argentina on one side and Chile on the other. It was silent, besides the wind, the horseflies and subtle chatter between my dad and I. Most of what we said consisted of “wow” and “holy shit”. We are great with words, I know. I love that I share so much of my love for the mountains with him. He feels the same way I do when we see those soaring peaks. It’s amazing that he grew up here and now we get to share these experiences together. This place is pretty incredible