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Travel to Brave Lagoon
Laguna Brava

 

 

Laguna Brava

 

 

Viaje a Laguna Brava

 

 

Viaje a Laguna Brava

 

 

Viaje a Laguna Brava

 

 

Viaje a Laguna Brava

 

 

Viaje a Laguna Brava

 

 

Viaje a Laguna Brava

 

 

Viaje a Laguna Brava

 

 

Viaje a Laguna Brava

 

 

Viaje a Laguna Brava

 

 

Viaje a Laguna Brava

 

It is the most audacious and beautiful in the trips cordilleranas, only reserved to true lovers of the tourism it risks.

It requires three days of trip (minimum) from Villa San José of Vinchina, in vehicles 4x4 or to mule loin. is carried out between April and May, to October and November, far from the summery rains and of the rigorous winter. It is necessary to take guide, enough I feed, it dilutes, coat and fuel. One can spend the night in the rustic refuges for muleteers, built in time of Sarmiento.

 

The road leaves in Jagüé toward the west and, in an accident victim and sheer ascent, it takes to the high pampas, a magnificent mirador of the Andean summits and of the distant Famatina. Traspone a narrow gulch that drives when salting of the Leoncito, where it begins the Provincial Reservation of Vicuñas and Protection of the Ecosystem that you San Guillermo continues in the fabulous Park, to San Juan's northwest.

From there, the road faldea the cord of The Punilla for the plain of The Peeled ones, where it surprises the vision of Green lagoon, with waters color emerald and a target embroiders saline. It is surrounded of extensive vegas and populated by rosy flamingos.

After an ascent to more than 4.000 m you arrives at the Brave Lagoon.

 

Brave lagoon

 

To more than four thousand meters high, the vicuñas reservation and flamenco Brave Lagoon is a paradise semioculto in the high of the mountain range riojana.

In the heights of the mountain range riojana, a surrounded lagoon blue sapphire of salt duplicates the invested silhouettes of a hundred of rosy flamingos.

The birds that officiate of guardians of the silence, remain indifferent to the advance of our vehicle through the print that skirts the lagoon.

In a snowed mark of summits and soft lomadas, an icy wind shakes without pause the scarce vegetation, composed by some molles and dry coirones of golden color. We advance without urgency for an arid atmosphere in end but very colorful, willing to dive in an illusion.

Brave lagoon is a Natural Reservation created in 1980 to preserve to the vicuñas communities and gumps that, as consequence of the stealthy hunt, they were on the edge of the disappearance. The reservation has an extension of four thousand fifty kilometers and it also embraces a smaller series of lagoons, formed in a temporary way as consequence of the thaw.

It is located to the west of the county, embracing part of the departments of Vinchina and Gral. Lamadrid, to four hundred fifty kilometers of the capital riojana.

The name of Brave Lagoon is due to that this is the biggest in the reservation, with a surface seventeen kilometers long for four of wide. Besides the vicuñas and gumps, in Brave Lagoon diverse species of ducks, chorlos, Moorish eagles, hawks, pumas and red foxes are also protected.

Our trip begins with the morning from the dreamy town of Vinchina . We cross the only street of the town, and when crossing the bridge on the Red river we end in the labyrinth of curved of the Gulch of The Troya. The road is of earth and it can traffic him with common cars traveling a hill seven kilometers long with enormous mountains of loamy stone to the sides.

As we ascend, the color of the sky and the mountains are more and more intense. Due to the height, the solar radiation crosses a portion smaller than the atmosphere and the transparency of the atmosphere allows to distinguish each brushstroke of the landscape riojano.

After a curve, on the hillside of the mountain the perfect form of The Pyramid appears. It is a strange formation sculpted by the rain and the wind, without apparent explanation.

The road drives us now until High Jagüel, the last town that is crossed before entering to the immensity of the mountain range. There the main street - that becomes in a true river for the water of the thaw in summer -, it is between two a deep print ravines of earth of a meter and half high, on those that settles a great village. The houses are of adobe with small doors and tightly closed wooden windows. At the end of the street, the wind whirls some dry branches to the foot of an old adobe chapel without roof that seems about to collapse.

It is the hour of the nap, and like it seems a town ghost you don't leave a single human silhouette neither it is heard at least the song of the birds.

We stop the van front of the municipal office of High Jagüel in search of the guardafauna of the reservation who will accompany us in this voyage.

It is one of the four baqueanos that, for the knowledge that have of the area, they complete guide's work and they register the entrance of tourists to the reservation. Starting from there the road Domingo continues for the Sacred Gulch, through soft lomadas that are recovered of a blue, green velvet, violet, brown and orange, due to the minerals of the floor.

Each point, on the hillsides desérticas, the graceful career of the gumps and vicuñas interrupts the still of the stones of the heights.

 

An old refuge

 

When arriving to the Peon's Gulch some enormous stony conformations in an irregular way they are come that the sun of the nap paints of golden. To the side of the road a great mountain rises, and for its proximity it seemed that in any moment some stone will fall on the roof of our vehicle

In full gulch we stop the march, and when getting off the vehicle we face the rigor of the Andean climate: in the middle of day of January the thermometer marks eight grades. We walk for the bank of the route until a curious circular construction of stone walls and cement (mixture of lime and earth) that measures five diameter meters for three and half of height. Their architecture - similar to that of an igloo - it finishes in a dome with a small opening in the superior part. It is one of the thirteen refuges of the area built between 1864 and 1873 to harbor the muleteers that drove livestock to Chile during the war of that country against Peru and Bolivia , for the deserts of Atacama and Tarapacá.

We continue the ascent until the four thousand meters high, among lomadas of sand of varied colors. In certain moment a member of the voyage discovers in the floor the projected shade of a condor, with the three meters of her wings deployed in absolute immobility. When lifting the look we discover two superb copies slipping to low height. And suddenly, taking advantage of a wind zonda, they overcome height with a slow flight and to circulate until getting lost in the sky transformed into a tiny point.

 

Brave lagoon

 

At the end of the gulch we abandon the main road and we go into to low speed for a rubble print, directly on the lomadas of sand. Suddenly, a hail storm discharges its fury on our vehicle interrupting us completely the vision. In that moment we should stop the march. The guardafauna takes advantage of the wait to be that some old muleteers and hunters believed that the Brave Lagoon rejected the strangers reacting with gales, thunders and tempests.

Last a while quiets down the storm, and amid a wide valley the image of an oval lagoon appears with majestic picks surrounding, as The Veladero, Small Cap and Pissis, the highest second in America , with six thousand eight hundred eighty two meters on the level of the sea.

In the distance we see the remains of an abandoned airplane that should carry out an emergency landing in the years' 50 while it transported horses of race from Peru toward Chile . When we come closer we discover the deposited remains of a whole horse.

When walking for the beach until the bank of the lagoon, on a floor of salt, a soft icy breeze lacerates us the skin of the face and the hands. But the serenity of the atmosphere is interrupted suddenly when a hundred of rosy flamingos lifts flight to the unison. We have arrived to interrupt the absolute calm of the Kingdom of the solitude, an enormous multicolored valley where the mountains acquire strangers tints of blue, orange, green, violet and brown. They are the colors of the silence.

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