,,, was Jeremy's summer house on Isla Tenglo, where we stayed for a week, October 10 thru 17. Looking out from the cruisers' office at Club Nautico, you see Isla Tenglo across the channel from the marina. Abrazo's dark brown sail-covered main boom is visible among the yachts, if your sight is good.
We would cross on the "Buffalo" ferry, for 300 pesos apiece (about 60 cents). From the end of the dock across to the beach took about 8 LOUD minutes; then walk about 1000 meters on a dirt trail to Jeremy's gate.
This view is from inside the gate. You can see another islander out there on the trail we walked.
The gate is padlocked. Sometimes three or four island men - Jeremy refers to them as "The Council" - sit on the stone steps of our gate, or a neighbor's, in the afternoon sun, drinking "Santa Rita 120" wine from waxed cartons which they always seem to leave behind when they're done.
Looking back across to the mainland, farther west than the marina, you see one of the ships being built at the yard that cranks out quite a fleet to service salmon farms far and near.
Inside the house, where we had opened the curtains to let in the btu's offered by that sunshine, Richard lit the wood stove (door is open, far right). A glass of red wine helps warm the blood, too.
The kitchen looks out into the back yard ... that's the woodshed/bodega/garden shack at the left, and the big old cypress tree with its TWO bandurria nests in the back right corner.
I know, you can't see the nests. I wish you could hear those birds, though. At first, they irritated me ... such a crotchety-outlandish explosion of noise they make! Soon they sounded hilarious to me, and I began to develop theories about what they discussed with such gusto. Mostly, I think, it's all about monitoring the nests carefully, and maybe, raising the young.
http://www.rutaschile.com/eng/parques/Bandurria.php
A close up of the oncoming blooms outside the kitchen window.
I'll get to my Chilean botanizing one of these days.
Jeremy and his family use the house a lot during the summer, but maybe we could rent it for another week at some point if we had visitors from the North.
You have to be willing to pack a 20 lb bottle of gas to have hot water, tho ... a bit of a challenge.
I'm happy that we found a place "in town." Photos of our current pad coming soon.
Thursday, October 31, 2013
Our first home in Puerto Montt ...
Location:
Puerto Montt, Los Lagos Region, Chile
2019. In retirement from some work, while immersed in other work, I want to keep on keepin' on with putting my writings out to you. Old stuff, new stuff, how does it all come together?
The sailboat Richard and I built together, sailed together, and then agreed he would take her on his own dream voyage ... has been sold to a new captain. I want to continue writing the story of that boat, S/V Abrazo, now in Sitka, AK.
Our adopted country, Chile, resonates in contacts with friends made there. Richard maintains a longing to visit there again, and maybe that observatory in the Atacama desert lures strongly enough to draw me back there, too.
My journals, and files full of thoughts and observations, yearn to be shared.
That's three blog sources. Enough for now. Goddesses grant me respite from the farm chores, and energy for the writing chores. Gloryosa!
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