{"id":320835,"date":"2026-05-28T07:53:00","date_gmt":"2026-05-28T12:53:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/remote-expeditions.com\/?post_type=trip-journal&#038;p=320835"},"modified":"2026-05-31T12:59:48","modified_gmt":"2026-05-31T17:59:48","slug":"el-cono-de-arita","status":"publish","type":"trip-journal","link":"https:\/\/remote-expeditions.com\/fr\/trip-journal\/el-cono-de-arita\/","title":{"rendered":"Cono de Arita"},"content":{"rendered":"<h2>A Morning of Geometric Wonders<\/h2>\n<p>The day began at 7:00 AM, the kind of early start that feels heavy until the first light touches the horizon. I climbed onto my motorcycle and rode for twenty minutes through the crisp morning air to Ojos del Campo in Antofalla. Reaching the site felt like stepping onto another planet. Below me, small lagoons formed perfect, natural geometric shapes, their colors shifting as the sun climbed higher. I launched my drone, capturing the symmetry from above\u2014a perspective that made the early wake-up call worth every shivering second.<\/p>\n<h2>The Warmth of Antofalla<\/h2>\n<p>After the flight, I returned to the village, resting briefly in the family house where I\u2019d been staying before moving over to the Casa de Altura. The logistical side of travel\u2014settling the bill and hunting down extra gasoline\u2014was quickly overshadowed by the hospitality of the locals. The hotel owner invited me for breakfast, and we sat together, talking deeply about their indigenous roots and the culture that defines this high-altitude desert. I felt a surge of pride sharing photos of my girlfriend, GoraWin, and explaining her own indigenous heritage. There was a beautiful, unspoken bridge built in those moments. Later, the owner\u2019s daughter surprised me with a plate of milanesa and rice, a simple, generous meal that fueled me for the long road ahead.<\/p>\n<h2>The Climb to the Cono de Arita<\/h2>\n<p>Leaving the village, I began the ascent toward the Cono de Arita. The road was a grueling stretch of vibrations and biting cold as I climbed to 4,500 meters. Every bone in my body felt the terrain, but the scenery was so breathtaking it acted as a distraction from the physical toll. When the Cono finally appeared on the horizon, it was awe-inspiring\u2014a perfect, dark pyramid rising out of the flat salt desert. It looked entirely otherworldly, a monument left behind by a forgotten civilization. I spent hours capturing the moment with my camera and drone, trying to bottle up the scale of the place.<\/p>\n<h2>A Sentinel in the Desert<\/h2>\n<p>I had originally planned to camp right there, under the shadow of the cone, but the nearby mining operation had strict security protocols. After a brief conversation with the staff, they informed me I\u2019d have to relocate for security reasons. It was a minor setback that led to a magical encounter. As the sun began to dip, setting the sky ablaze in a riot of oranges, pinks, and deep purples, a desert fox appeared. He didn&#8217;t run; instead, he posed against the vast landscape, a silent witness to the sunset. Later, as I settled in near the mining facility, I noticed him observing me from a distance. I felt a strange, quiet connection to this mysterious creature and decided to share some of my bread with him. Watching him, I couldn&#8217;t help but wonder how such animals survive in this barren environment with no visible signs of life. It was a moment of pure magic that added a soul to the journey.<\/p>\n<h2>Unexpected Hospitality<\/h2>\n<p>The day ended not in my tent, but in a staff room generously provided by the security personnel. They went above and beyond, supplying me with water and food, turning an uncertain night into a comfortable one. Looking back on the day, from the geometric lagoons of the morning to the fox at twilight, I am struck by the incredible kindness of the people in this region. The landscape of the Atacama is harsh and unforgiving, but the warmth of its inhabitants leaves a mark that is impossible to forget. The image of that sunset, with the sky on fire over the salt flats, is something I will carry with me forever.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A Morning of Geometric Wonders The day began at 7:00 AM, the kind of early start that feels heavy until the first light touches the horizon. I climbed onto my motorcycle and rode for twenty minutes through the crisp morning air to Ojos del Campo in Antofalla. 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