The gloomy weather of the last couple of days began to clear and patches of sunlight could be seen on the slopes, moving and changing shape like the shadows of the clouds. On the tops of the mountains, bare rock was covered with fresh snow from the night before. The lower edges were already melting into waterfalls which slid along slides of smooth rock and tumbled over a left, right, right, left series of dropoffs before plunging into the sea beside us.
Sunshine, scenery, and the odd penguin - definitely Chile
Rounding the last bend, we found the helicopter boat sitting on a mooring behind a salmon farm. We picked up one nestled up closer into the protection of an indentation in the shore. Wow! The view is sublime, like the meadows of the Yosemite Valley had been replaced by a lake so that all of that majesty might be doubled in the reflection.
Securing the boat, we heard a distinctive noise. The helicopter lifted off and then headed up one of the valleys as it curved away. I have to admit I may have felt a teeny bit envious.