the first photos of patagonia

Cerro Castillo, on the drive from Coyhaique to Estancia Valle Chacabuco.

On the Carretera Austral.

Lago General Carrera, the largest lake in Chile and the source of the Río Baker.

El Río Baker, which is in danger of being dammed by the Hidroaysén project that's created quite a controversy in Chile and beyond.

Guanacos on the lawn.

On the road to Argentina.

Guanacos with Mt. Kristine (named for Kris by Doug).

The typical landscape in the park.


All photography copyright Kendall DeLyser.

Wonderland

That's where I live.  Wonderland.  Yesterday the valley gave us three rainbows (one of them was a complete double with all the colors) and a super bright full moon shrouded in thin clouds.  Beautiful.  The day before, I went on a drive with Kris and few of the other interns to Argentina, running through the whole of the Valle Chacabuco and marveling at the cool geology and expansiveness of the area.  The day before that, we went on an adventure to the Chacabuco River, about an hour's walk from the lodge, and went swimming in the turquoise water.  The day prior, I went hiking with Collin and Lorren on part of the Lagunas Altas trail (but we turned around before the top because we thought we'd gone the wrong way and the giant horseflies were driving us nuts), and we got high enough on the ridge behind the lodge to get a fair view towards the Andes in the west and towards Argentina in the opposite direction.  This landscape is truly beautiful, and I am beginning to understand why Doug, when he came here in 1992, was immediately struck by the idea of turning this into a national park.

Yesterday we got our second set of guests, three Brazilians here on Doug's invitation.  They'll be here for a couple more days, and will soon be joined by a flood of guests and potential donors that will keep us busy for the next couple weeks.  The weather here has turned cooler and cloudy, giving us a little rain each day.  It feels more like fall than summer, but it makes hanging out in the kitchen with the oven on and food on the stove that much more cozy and fun.  I'm getting the hang of serving dinner and drinks, and now just have to figure out how appropriate it is for me to hang out with our guests before and after dinner, because I find them all to be interesting people and would like the opportunity to sit and talk with them.  Hopefully I can soon.

Conservacion Patagonica

I've been here at the Estancia Valle Chacabuco for a little less than four days, but in some ways it feels like a lifetime.  I'm noticing this more and more about myself, how quickly I can adapt to my surroundings and make myself comfortable.  It helps me to be busy, I suppose, because it gets me into more of a routine and makes everything feel more commonplace and normal.

But this place is far from normal.  The lodge I work in, like the house I live in, is beautifully constructed in a rustic way that gives the impression of its having existed for a century, even though it's barely three years old.  Everything's wooden, with beautiful carved accents, big windows, and beautiful rooms and common spaces.  Kris Tompkins, one of the owners of the estancia along with her husband Doug (who founded Patagonia clothing company) has stressed that the whole idea here is for this to be a luxurious place to stay, to prove that you don't have to sacrifice a quality experience when you venture out into nature.  This, of course, means that all of us who work in the lodge have to be good at what we do, to add a good social aspect to an aesthetically beautiful setting.  We feed and entertain our guests well, all the while explaining what our project is about and the reason they're even able to come here.

The vision for the park, which CP is carrying out, is to combine the land of the estancia with two national reserves to our southwest (Tamango) and northeast (Jenimeni) and create Patagonia National Park, conserving 650,000 acres of a hitherto unprotected, but incredible valuable, ecosystem.  Though 51% of the land in the Aysén region of Chile is government protected in some form, all the reserves are found in forested areas, which, being dry cold forests, have a big deficiency of biodiversity compared to the steppe ecosystem found on our land.  For this reason, CP's project is important to the survival of native species and natural wilderness, to preserve a bit of Patagonia as it would be with minimal human interference.  Kris and Doug say that in ten years, they hope this park will be as popular as Torres del Paine, a national park in southern Chile, which receives thousands of visitors every year.

When you look around here, no matter which direction you face, you see grasslands extending away up and over hills, eventually giving way to rocky buttes and beyond them, snow-covered mountains.  The bench, as this type of steppe is called, is perforated by various lagunas and huge lakes dotted with ducks, swans, and flamingoes; it's laced with turquoise and green rivers and countless other streams.  This is unusually for this region of Patagonia: normally things down here are dry at this time of year, and this same valley on the Argentine side of the border is dried out completely.  But that's part of what makes this area so unique, and so worthy of protection.

Guanacos are another crowning feature here, one that reminds me I'm definitely not anywhere close to home.  A wild relative of the alpaca and the llama native to Patagonia, the guanaco looks somewhat prehistoric to me, especially the way it runs.  We have hundreds here in the park, herds of males and of mothers and babies.  Their shaggy fur looks tantalizingly touchable, and the babies are little fuzzy creatures that you just want to cuddle up with.  They've got no fear of us, and are frequently to be found grazing outside of the lodge or my house.

Guanacos aren't the only wildlife around, either.  We're surrounded by all kinds of birds, lots of flies (unfortunately), foxes, pumas, Huemul deer, fish...it's easy to spot lots of animals on my short walks around the headquarters here, much less on a drive out into one of the surrounding valleys.  My favorite story that I've heard thus far sums this up well: a General from the Chilean army came down and proclaimed that he'd heard tell of a place in Patagonia with no fences and animals galore.  He didn't see how it could exist, so he had to witness it himself, and as the story goes, he was quite amazed.

Our estancia seems to have that effect on a lot of people.  I hosted my first group of tourists yesterday, a young couple and a group of six little old ladies, all from Santiago.  Throughout the course of their stay, they all remarked on the beauty of the area and the lodge, and seemed to be impressed with the quality of what we offer when it comes to lodging and dining.  I'll brag about it, the food we serve here is delicious, thanks to our two chefs, Collin and Eli, who definitely know their way around a kitchen.  They're here as interns just like me, and the three of us will be working closely together while we're here, especially as we start to receive more and more visitors.  They're both wonderful and interesting people, as I suspect the rest of the interns will be as they arrive.  Right now, in addition to the three of us in the lodge, we have Josh, our greenhouse manager, who just happens to be a boater from Fort Collins.  Funny how us Coloradoans congregate in areas like this; earlier this week I met a woman named Linde Waidhofer and her husband Lito, both from Crestone, CO.  They're friends of Kris and Doug, and Linde takes amazing photographs, and has even published a book about Patagonia (check out her website).

I'm hoping to take some photographs of my own soon.  We have no new guests coming in for the next couple days, so I plan to take advantage of the brief lapse in the workload to hike on one of our trails, called Lagunas Altas, which ascends the butte behind the lodge and winds its way through several alpine lakes, all the while affording expansive views of the surrounding landscape and mountains.  Come Sunday, we start receiving guests again, and they keep coming for the rest of the month.  Here's to being busy and in an incredible place!

Lazy Sunday and more photos

I've finished loading photos from Argentina!  Check 'em out: Parque Provincial Aconcagua, Iguazú, and Buenos Aires.  That's really about all I've done today, besides take a nice nap and eat my dinner in the central plaza.  I've been taking advantage of the down time, because I know that once I get to the park I'll have to hit the ground running.  Which I'm very much looking forward to.  I'm like a little kid in a candy shop or waiting to open presents on Christmas morning.  Here's to the best start of a new year ever.

On a practical note, I'm still not sure what kind of internet access I'll have at the estancia (lodge), so my posts and pictures may become less frequent.  But faithful readers, don't despair!  I know email is possible, so I'm imagining that I will at least be able to write about the happenings in Patagonia and hopefully throw some snapshots in now and again.  I'll do my darndest to keep this going.  Love, the newest (almost) addition to the staff at the future Patagonia National Park.

Ring in the new year

I'm in Coyhaique, Chile.  I got here earlier this afternoon, after a series of flights from Buenos Aires.  The day has been an interesting one, what with getting slapped with overweight baggage fees (and then kicking myself because I definitely could've packed differently); staying awake all night in the BA airport waiting for my flight (but being able to fall asleep on the plane for once, twice); sailing through immigration in Santiago (but having my oranges taken away from me by customs); having a nice egg sandwich, carrot muffin, and chai latte in the most comfortable chair ever (but from Starbucks); boarding my second plane of the day to find someone sitting in my seat (but getting to sit by the window instead); feeling elated by the view as we flew over mountains next to the sea; finally getting to the hostel (but opening my duffel bag to find out that a shampoo bottle had exploded and the plastic bag it was in didn't keep it from getting all over); trying to withdraw money from an ATM and getting denied three times (but it finally worked, and then I found a casa de cambio as well); buying what I thought would be a quick microwavable dinner (which turned out to take over an hour in the oven); finally being one step closer to CP (but realizing how expensive food here and being grateful that I'll have zero expenses for the next four months) being amazed by the amount of light in the sky at 9:30 pm; trying hard to distract myself so I can make it to midnight...

This has been a day of more ups and downs than I've had in a while, but every time I felt discouraged I just had to remind myself where I was going.  It wasn't hard to do when I had a window seat on the plane and the bus from the airport.  We're not really even in the heart of Patagonia yet, and it's beautiful already.  I feel a big weight slowly coming off my shoulders, letting me relax after the apparent tension gifted by city life.  There's so much  s  p  a  c  e  out here that it feels easier to breathe.  I think tonight will be one of the best sleeps I've ever had.

I'm set to take a bus down to CP on Monday morning, but until then I'm killing time in this little dinky town.  I walked around a bit today on my quest for money and food, and I like that it's small, and there's grass by the sidewalks, and the tallest manmade structure around is at most two stories high.  Tomorrow will be a day of doing nothing, especially since it's New Years' Day and everything in town will be closed.

Thus far I've been taking advantage of the down time to load some more pictures of my recent adventures: here are some shots of Buenos Aires and Mendoza.  I'm aiming to get more up tomorrow, and get you all caught up with the rest of Argentina before my Chilean journey really begins.

Since it is the last day of 2011, the atmosphere calls for reflection on the past 364.9 days; ultimately, they've brought me a lot of change.  I wrote my thesis; I wrote and performed my own song for my last Ellement concert; I graduated from college; I got a new job at a rafting company; my internship with CP landed in my lap in the most welcome way; I traveled to two new countries and did countless new things.  This new year is starting off much the same way.  I still can't believe what I get to dedicate myself to for the next four months, and I can only hope that the positive vibes I'm getting from this part of the year will carry on through the rest of it.  This is the year where I really enter the adult world; no more going back to school for this or that.  I can literally do anything (and my mind takes advantage of that fact and comes up with crazy different schemes every other day).  And as much as I love the Mayans, they'd better be wrong about the whole end-of-the-world thing.

I'll end my rambling with 54 minutes until 2012 and my best wishes for all of us, that this year will be the best it can be.  Happy New Year!  Feliz año!  Love, your mountain girl come home.