Something is felt here, a special force; it is nature in all its expression. “Who knows what mysteries are hidden under these waters at the foot of the Andes?” Said the explorers who found how to reach these lands, as if suspecting something. Today, in what we call Northern Patagonia, is the lake district, where everything seems part of a story. Villages in the high mountains, hidden communities and roads that wind their way between the lakes to connect us with four national parks via Route 40.
This region was where the largest number of indigenous communities in Patagonia were concentrated. Even today their strength and philosophy are entirely present, in the language and way of life that pulsates with a calm rhythm, where time and thought have a special value. These qualities were highlighted by the letters and travel notebooks written by explorer Francisco Moreno, who at the end of the 19th century established a friendship with the communities of the region and their chieftains to learn about and study the land they inhabited. This is the place where he was laid to rest, on the Centinela Island of Nahuel Huapi, the first national park of our country.
Three sirens call out on the lake, there is no horizon; we follow the route, cutting off at a bridge. We cross mountains and forests where we discover Swiss, German and Nordic colonies. We go to another lake, we pass another forest and so we discover beauty in its entirety.
