Mr. Oscar Rietman lived from his childhood to his retirement into the National Park where he worked. His father came from Switzerland in 1923 to this place of only 3 inhabitants in those years.. His mother, Ana Cuevas, was from Argentina and her uncles had animals crossing the lake; from here the name of the Cuevas Hill (Cerro Cuevas).
The house of his childhood was built in wood, both walls and the roof tiles. It was of two floors and the bathroom was nothing more than a latrine. But the forest grew and the house no longer exists; there are only a few stones where once was the fire...
They planted many fruit trees like apples, plums and cherries; in additin to currants, roses, narcissus and daffodils. The forest and the rosehips, murra and maqui had invaded all the place...
But those that still exist are the three oaks that cannot let us see the Cuevas hill...
...and the double narcissus that blooms in the middle of the forest, announcing each year the beggining of the spring.
I believe that this path clearly shows us the fragility of the effort and work of the man and the power of Mother Nature.
