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I took this photo during my expedition through the Ozorno Volcano, while we were doing an adventure through the south of Chile. I took this photo while we were ascending, where I found this wooden thing, in which I realized that it was for visitors or tourists to sit and contemplate the view around the volcano.

Before climbing the mountain, we had lunch at a restaurant that was on that same mountain once we arrived. Some of my companions who finished the meal went to a part of the mountain that was covered by snow, without their parents and the guide noticing. I also went outside, but I only saw my companions having fun in the snow, because they went up a slope that was quite difficult to do. But it turns out that when that day came where we were going to climb this mountain, I was going to do the stupidest and dumbest thing that anyone has ever done.

Last year, I made a post about the Dyatlov Pass , in which I summarized how this case happened, and I became a fan of this unsolved mystery. And when I found out that on my trip to the south of Chile we were going to climb a snowy mountain, I myself had an idea without telling anyone that once I stepped on the snow, I would take off one of the shoes that I was going to wear and put it on. I would step on the snow, to find out how the 9 Russian hikers felt when they left the store barefoot. I know it sounds completely stupid, but in the end I didn't do it, because when we climbed the snow was already melted and there were only rocks and earth. I would have had the option to do it when my companions went to the part where there was snow, but in the end I didn't go because I didn't know the way to go up, besides I had planned to leave a message in the snow: "The Dyatlov Pass was here ".

Jólat Siajl (which means mountain of death in Manzi language), which used to be called that before it was called Dyatlov Pass, has a height of 1097 meters, while the ozorno volcano that I and the rest of my group climbed It had a height of 2652 meters. We reached 1,200 meters where we later returned to the starting point, while the 9 Russian hikers from 1959 reached 1,079 meters. A big difference where I was able to experience for the first time what it was like to climb a mountain.

Well, more like climbing a dirt mountain and not snow, I had to walk a lot and there was a very cold wind in which you had to wrap yourself up well. I was wearing a hat and some gloves, the latter did not give me the print to take a photo, so I had to take off my right glove all the time to take the photo like this. And the most incredible thing about this is that there were two of my classmates who were wearing short pants, and one of them slipped and scraped his legs when we returned to the starting point. I have a friend of mine who went with us to the south named Agustin, who showed me his hands with hypothermia. This surprised me a lot and I was quite worried that we would return to the bus soon, in the end he recovered at night. In addition to that he made me remember what the 9 Russian hikers suffered during the night of February 1 and 2, 1959.

I have a photo of where the place was when my companions went to the part of the mountain where there was snow, as soon as I upload it there they will see it, for now I can't because I'm a little busy. See you in the next post.

Description
I took this photo during my expedition through the Ozorno Volcano, while we were doing an adventure through the south of Chile. I took this photo while we were ascending, where I found this wooden thing, in which I realized that it was for visitors or tourists to sit and contemplate the view around the volcano.

Before climbing the mountain, we had lunch at a restaurant that was on that same mountain once we arrived. Some of my companions who finished the meal went to a part of the mountain that was covered by snow, without their parents and the guide noticing. I also went outside, but I only saw my companions having fun in the snow, because they went up a slope that was quite difficult to do. But it turns out that when that day came where we were going to climb this mountain, I was going to do the stupidest and dumbest thing that anyone has ever done.

Last year, I made a post about the Dyatlov Pass , in which I summarized how this case happened, and I became a fan of this unsolved mystery. And when I found out that on my trip to the south of Chile we were going to climb a snowy mountain, I myself had an idea without telling anyone that once I stepped on the snow, I would take off one of the shoes that I was going to wear and put it on. I would step on the snow, to find out how the 9 Russian hikers felt when they left the store barefoot. I know it sounds completely stupid, but in the end I didn't do it, because when we climbed the snow was already melted and there were only rocks and earth. I would have had the option to do it when my companions went to the part where there was snow, but in the end I didn't go because I didn't know the way to go up, besides I had planned to leave a message in the snow: "The Dyatlov Pass was here ".

Jólat Siajl (which means mountain of death in Manzi language), which used to be called that before it was called Dyatlov Pass, has a height of 1097 meters, while the ozorno volcano that I and the rest of my group climbed It had a height of 2652 meters. We reached 1,200 meters where we later returned to the starting point, while the 9 Russian hikers from 1959 reached 1,079 meters. A big difference where I was able to experience for the first time what it was like to climb a mountain.

Well, more like climbing a dirt mountain and not snow, I had to walk a lot and there was a very cold wind in which you had to wrap yourself up well. I was wearing a hat and some gloves, the latter did not give me the print to take a photo, so I had to take off my right glove all the time to take the photo like this. And the most incredible thing about this is that there were two of my classmates who were wearing short pants, and one of them slipped and scraped his legs when we returned to the starting point. I have a friend of mine who went with us to the south named Agustin, who showed me his hands with hypothermia. This surprised me a lot and I was quite worried that we would return to the bus soon, in the end he recovered at night. In addition to that he made me remember what the 9 Russian hikers suffered during the night of February 1 and 2, 1959.

I have a photo of where the place was when my companions went to the part of the mountain where there was snow, as soon as I upload it there they will see it, for now I can't because I'm a little busy. See you in the next post.