Tineo Patagonia glacier 

On my last day at the farm I wanted to take it slow. I tented to hang out with people, sleep in, and relax while enjoying the day. So of course I ended up going on a three hour hike– most of it on hands and knees– up to a glacier. As much as the hike wasn’t very enjoyable, the lake more than made up for it. There’s no way for me to describe the beauty; just look at the pictures. 





I may be a little sassy….

Chaiten, Chile 

I spent a total of one month and a day at Tineo Patagonia. I don’t have enough time, words, or patience to fully articulate how much I enjoyed my time there. The Monday of February 23rd I left my little home in Futaleufu to continue my travels. After sitting on the side of the road for over an hour and a half with A, I, and T, I discovered I had missed the bus. And by missed the bus I mean it drove past with out stopping. I had two choices: wait for another bus, hope it stops, and pray they have space for me, or I could hitch hike. I choose to hitch hike. M gave me a ride eight miles down the road where I sat for ten minutes until getting picked up. 

I got picked up by a nice gentleman who owned a fishing lodge about twenty minutes down the road. Turns out he knew my bosses! Such a small world. He dropped me off at Puerto Ramirez where I waited an hour before I was again picked up. 

This time I was picked up by three people who were also going to Chaiten. I was so lucky. Chaiten was still three hours away and as we drove I lost count of the number of hitch hikers looking for a ride. 

They dropped me off at the hospejade owned by a friend of my boss. Within five minutes of arriving, her friend walked in and after introductions were made, askes if I want to go with a group of people on a “small” hike up a volcano. Sure, I said. 

I didn’t realize this “little hike” would take over seven hours. Meaning I arrived back in Chaiten after dark and after learning that all the boats and buses were booked until Thursday. This was a problem because I had a fight early thursday morning from Puerto Montt– Chaiten is about thirteen hours by boat from Puerto Montt. 

I was very lucky yet again.  F’s friend fed me and gave me a private room, all for free. The next morning when I woke up and said hi to the owner he freaked out. He proceeded to rush me out the door saying something about needing to be on the boat that was leaving now, and something about talking to the captain — it was all in spanish, I only understood bits and pieces. Someone I met the night before drove me to the boat, talked to the captain, and forty minutes after I had woken up I was on a boat to….somewhere. 

Turns out I was on a boat to Quellon, Chile. From there I had to take a bus to Puerto Montt, the kind people on the ferry informed me. Thirteen hours later found me cold, dirty, tired, and in Pueto Montt at 11pm without a place to stay. 





La Vaca, Tineo Patagonia 

(the cow) 

There once was a cow. A lonely, thirsty cow, living in the waterless top pasture at Tineo Patagonia. New to the campo it had not yet established a name or true owner for itself; someone to attended to its water needs.  Thankfully this was all about to change, for on the horizon was a family from Canada set to rewrite this poor cows story. Seemly in adept to handle such a grave situation, no one expected these two teachers and their cat-obsessed twelve year to turn our campo upside down. 



The story truly begins on a brisk February morning in the year of 2015. The family having only just arrived two days prior were not yet accustom to the perpetual caos that is Tineo Patagonia. Whether it was their experience in a hectic classroom setting, or some other unknown factor, these two teachers (and their cat-obsessed twelve year old) had no trouble adapting to the constant flurry of misdirection. In fact, these Canadians were about to take the caos one step further. 

As the new “owners” and self labeled advocates, the Canadians had already become sympathic to our poor cows plight. Thus, when they were driving past the river and spotted a cow (on the other side of fence that is), it was only logical that this thrist driven cow, was indeed our thirst driven cow. 

“Our cow,” they shouted at once. 

“Our cow has escaped,” they proclaimed. 

“Well it only makes sense. For if a cow is thirsty, which our cow is, it’s going to find a way to water,” the mother reasons with a tint of righteousness in her voice. 

The Canadians quickly decide that the cow needs to be re-captured, re-enclosed in its desert like enclosure. It is our cow, and it belongs in its Aqua-free zone. 



So off they went, rope in one hand, determination in the other. Up the river, down the river, in the river with legs up in the air; they searched for the cow. 

Taking matters into his own hands the father ventured out on his own. (The mother may or may not have been changing her river drenched clothes, but we won’t mention that). Up the river he went. Further and further until he came to a pasture. 

A pasture strangely filled with hundreds of cow pies. One cow made all these cow pies in the short time he had escaped, the father was thinking when around the bend comes not only “our” cow, but a whole herd of them. And they continued to come until it dawned on the poor man.

 Perhaps they had jumped to conclusions. Perhaps they had spent the entire day searching for a cow that perhaps was still in its enclosure. 

Maybe, just maybe there was more than one cow in these Patagonian lands. 

Home, Tineo Patagonia

Have you ever met someone and felt like you’ve arrived home? When short conversations easily turn to long conversations. When a question about work turns into a twisting and winding adventure through the paths and stories that have shaped you into the person currently sitting on the porch? I found this rare unicorn (this ones for you izzy) in the shape of a Canadian family from Vancouver island. 

My second week at Tineo Patagonia found me hot, sweaty, desperately needing a shower (when was the last time I washed my clothes?) , and tired. Waking up to the brisk morning air I had become accustom too, I had to drag myself out of bed. The five minutes spent laying in my bed pretending I didn’t have to work meant I didn’t have time to eat breakfast. So out the door I ran, hoping I would make it to work on time. 

Twelve hours later, after my nanny shift, I had to go down and give the new volunteers a tour of sorts. Needless to say this was not something I wanted to do. This introduction meant my fantasies of laying in bed and eating nutella would have to wait. Dragging my feet, I went down to meet the “nerdy but nice”  (as described by M) family from Canada.

 I instantly liked them. They were kind and easy to talk too. They were willing to do anything and help out in any way; those of you who have worked with people know how valuable and rare it is to have people working for you who are willing. As much as I liked them in our first encounter, it took me a few days to really appreciate and realize how lucky I was to have met them. 

I is the daughter of A and S. She is smart, quick, funny, and has an amazing singing voice. In my final few days on the farm, when I was living with them, I gave her little sister lessons. Telling her all the intricacies of how to steal my clothes and eat all the Nutella. I is an amazing artist (I’m going to have to contest your claim protesting your cat obsession). We spent our time dancing to Luna tart, looking for chicken eggs, and laughing at potty jokes. 

S is the father to I and the husband to A. He has an unmatchable knowledge of all things green, growing, and greenhousy. He has this amazing talent for teaching people, and creating a safe space. His generosity blew me away multiple times, thank you S for helping me get through those long days, for doing such a wonderful job with the volunteers, and for the drawing you made me.

A is mother and wife. She is a combination of my mom and “second mom”; Crazy (in all the good ways), hilarious, raunchy, radical, and kind to her bones. In more than one occasion she would sit patiently on her porch bench and listen to me rant and rave. These seasons were accented by tea or wine, depending on the level of frustration. We made an awesome (or terrifying pair, some would say) causing chaos on the farm. 

I would not have survived my experience on Tineo Patagonia without them. Thank you I, S, A for accepting me in to your family. For caring for me both physically and emotionally. For all the laugher over inappropriate dinner conversations and for all the weight gained from your delicious cooking. Until next time. 

Iz, my response:

“If you were a football team, you’ve be my favorite”

These wonderful people also have their own blogs, check them out!

izzybird.wordpress.com

msrobertswashere.wordpress.com





La Familia, Tineo Patagonia

I was a nanny for majority of my time while on the farm. Even though I also coordinated the volunteers, they only needed a few minutes in the morning before I headed up to “the house”. “The house” is the personal home of M and F about 25 minutes, by foot, from the farm. Most mornings I would walk the path along the angry, crystal blue river and up the dried river beds. At the end of my journey I would find T. The cute little boy I had the pleasure of spending my day with. 





By the looks of things, Tineo Patagonia

Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to take as many pictures as I wanted to take of the farm and surrounding areas but here are a few I was able to take. I never grew tired of the scenery here. Every day the mountains, glacier, and surrounding lands took my breath away.