After fun climbing with our friends in the deserts of Argentina, we pointed Koru back west, excited for what lay ahead. The famous Carretera Austral was coming next to take us into some of the most remote parts of Patagonian Chile. With another visit from Matt’s parents to look forward to and famous world class hiking and fishing in front of us, our eyes were glued to the windshield approaching the border as we were greeted by the beautiful mountainous landscape.Entering back into Chile near the town of Futalefu, we became entranced by the beauty of the area and the famous river by the same name, Rio Futalefu.Arriving at dusk, we found a quiet spot next to the river outside of town only to wake up and quickly understand why the Futalefu River is world famous among river rats and the occasional site-seer driving the gravel road that leads to the Carretera Austral. It is stunningly beautiful from every angle.We quickly left camp and headed into town to buy a fishing license to start exploring the many rivers in the area. This stretch of our journey had Matt’s excitement at an all-time high with the fly rods assembled for the foreseeable future. Our first stop was not to disappoint giving Matt his first Patagonian trout. Heading to multiple spots that day, the fishing was better than dreamed.However, Koru decided to keep us on our toes because something caused the serpentine belt to break along this little traveled road. Fortunately, we had a spare on-board and we continued driving and fishing within minutes.The road proved to be narrow with blind curves everywhere, as one local found out. Utmost focus was necessary while driving here, not only due to the road, but because many of the locals seem to value their road safety less than we do. For us, it was another reason to go slow and stop often.The abundance and diversity of the rivers here astonished us and exceeded expectations. While in this part of the Chile we must have crossed at least 20 rivers/tributaries representing completely different watersheds.Arriving in Villa Santa Lucia on March 5, this is the town where we officially intersected the famous Carretera Austral. We had the opportunity to bare witness to the devastating effects of a massive land slide through the town that nearly buried it completely in December 2017.Turning south, we were greeted with pavement as we kruised onward through the smooth and winding road, over one-lane bridges and through endless mountain landscapes.Heading towards the city of Coyhaique, we had to stop and honor the Wyoming area code, holla! Our goal in the next couple of days was to arrive in the last large city (~70,000 people) in southern Chile, Coyhaique, where Matt’s parents would be meeting us.Prior to meeting them, we planned to explore as much as we could. National Park Queulat was a quick detour from the road and we headed in to check out the famed beauty.We walked through the jungle for quite some time feeling the clouds descend overhead wondering it we would even be able to see the hanging glacier. Coming to the overlook at the end of the trail, we both stood in awe as we stared at our first glacier and it was an incredible sight to see.At the overlook we shared tea with a local Chilean family that was taking in the views as well. As it turned out, they were also overland traveling in a big Mercedes camper named Margarita.Leaving the park, we spent 2 more days driving through magical landscapes full of temperate rain forests, mini land slides, fjords, rivers, farmland and more. Everyday was unique with beauty around every bend.Finally, the time came to meet up with Matt’s parents as we hopped and skipped into Coyhaique.