Jeinimeni!

By Eric Van Dam (University of New Hampshire)   Sunsets are a funny thing in Patagonia. As the leaves on the ñirre trees unfurl from their aromatic bundles and newly-born guanacos take their first shaky steps over mats of neneo grande on the dusty valley floor of the Chacabuco, the austral summer marches ever forward.…

Cerro Tamanguito

By Sylvia Kinosian (University of Vermont)   Being up high is somewhere I’ve always loved to be. As a kid I climbed trees, rocks, scampered around on my roof, pressed my nose to airplane windows. I fell in love with hiking in the Adirondacks, standing atop Mount Marcy, above all of New York State. Mountaintop…

Presenting our work to CONAF

November 20, 2014 By Isabelle Lazarus (University of Vermont)   Three weeks ago, at a casual visit to the internet café, our instructors were approached by the “upper ups” of CONAF (i.e. the bosses of Orlando and Felidor, the guardasparques from los fiordos) about presenting the research we collected from our month spent in Bernardo…

Recovery Mode

By Kristina Benoist (Westminster College)   The group has now entered what we like to call, “Recovery Mode” from the Fjords. This has provided an excuse for eating endless amounts of fresh fruits and vegetables, taking long naps in the sun, and constantly reminiscing about the amazing Fjords adventure we’ve just come back from; not…

The Fjords

By Elliott Casper (University of Vermont)   It was a sunny and gorgeous day in Tortel, a rare occurrence over the last 3 weeks, but it always seems to be sunny the day you leave. The Fjords were finally coming to an end whether we liked it or not. Most of us were quiet and…

La Valle Esperanza

November 3, 2014 By Natalie Stoneburner (CSBSJU)   After successfully completing our first backpacking adventure in the Fjords, our group spent a few days recuperating in CONAF’s refugio in Fiordo Bernardo. In the refugio (a small remote house built for the guardaparques while they are in the field) we spent our days catching up on…

Here in Patagonia

By Isabelle Lazarus (University of Vermont)   I have arrived. It didn’t quite hit me when I stepped off of the plane in Santiago, nor when we landed in Balmaceda. It didn’t quite click when we wandered through the streets of Coyhaique for a few days, although the unfamiliar signs and faces were a clue.…