CROSSING THE ANDES BETWEEN CHILE AND ARGENTINA WITH THE SNOWGUN AMONG THREE METERS OF SNOW

Chile 1984 same journey, we arrive in Puertomontt where the Pacific coast road ends, a place of forests and snow, We have to get to Bariloche the Argentinian summer and winter touristic resort with a lot of lakes, woods, slopes for skying and cafes with tasty chocolate cakes and pastries of german origin in order to arrive there we had to climb over the Andes, but the pass is closed due to snow, The group leader finds a snowcat to which he attaches two carriages closed with tracks, we enter and he closes the doors, God bless us, after a couple of hours of climbing the vehicles stop and begin to veer to one side, we start shouting and manage to get the doors to open, It's all white outside, we are inside a path dug by our vehicles and all around three meters high walls of snow, We start having a snowball fight and then we go up to the pass from which we can see the border with the Argentine flag and the splendid lakes and coniferous forests of Bariloche, Argentine customs officers ask us if we are aliens come from the space

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