On The Culture Front: Trailing Darwin In Patagonia

Some places have one season, and others all four, but there’s almost no place on Earth that cycles through them every day. This is the magic of Patagonia. Situated in the southernmost remote area of South America and stretching across Chile and Argentina, this stunning expanse of land is just like the natural equivalent of grain alcohol. Taking it in immediately causes strong sensations of euphoria while being enveloped by the awesome weight of its power.

Stone Island Junior - Boys Blue Roll Neck Knitted Sweater ...My trip began last October, just outside Santiago, Chile. After disembarking from an extended flight, I took a two-hour drive to the boutique winery Vina Vik, which sits in the foothills of the majestic Andes mountains. As I trotted through land on a really mild-mannered horse, I marveled at the combination of natural wonder and utility. Billed as a holistic vineyard, Vina Vik has a “wine spa” and rooms to overnight in, but just taking within the surroundings is a Zen-like experience.

From Santiago It is a brief plane ride south to Punta Arenas, the gateway to Patagonia. There is a monument to Magellan and a general feeling of the boundless exploration that lurks just beyond the docks. As I boarded the Stella, Australis’ newest ship, I felt giddy for what’s to return: We would be tracing the identical route that Charles Darwin took through Tierra del Fuego in the early 1800s, before his visit to the Galapagos Islands, a trip that may help inform his theories on evolution.

On board there’s a way of austerity mixed with restrained elegance that causes the vessel to fade comfortably into the background of a radiant and expansive purity that stretches across land and sea. I spent one particularly memorable afternoon lounging in a leather club chair and listening to podcasts as glacier upon glacier passed by. It was almost as if a flipbook of life-changing experiences were materializing in front of me, the product of a benevolent genie.

Living in New York, it is simple to forget just how grand the weather can be. During one among our first hikes of the four-night trip, pieces of ice could be heard violently crashing into the sea. Gazing at them, I felt like I used to be watching history unfold, and lots of looked on with their mouths agape in horror, until one among the various knowledgeable guides explained that we weren’t quite watching climate change in action. He explained it as being akin to a glass of water with an ice cube in it. If the ice is within the water, when it melts, it just changes form and does not increase the amount of the glass’ contents. What’s dangerous, he explained, is when glaciers on land melt and fall into the sea (as they are doing near the Arctic Circle). The sight still felt a bit of apocalyptic to me, though.

Essentially the most memorable hike started near a small museum in a stone house dedicated to documenting Darwin’s time in the region. As we approached the woods, the sun was beating down heavily. The incline increased gradually, and then more dramatically, until it was verging on a correct climb. Ropes lined the trail, though, making it easy to traverse otherwise precarious areas. Midway up one of many steepest stretches, the strangest thing happened: I felt tiny, hard particles hit my face. As I wiped them from my face, they began to turn into tiny puddles. It was hail! I hadn’t noticed the temperature drop immediately, but this was hard to disregard. What had begun as a mild summer day had turned to winter before my eyes. Never mind the hassle of hiking through the poor visibility that the conditions created; this was an out-of-body experience to be savored: speeding up the hand of time so as to witness the tangible changing of a moment, feeling touched by the hand of creation. I ponder if that’s how Darwin felt a pair hundred years ago.

By the time we reached the top, the sun was peeking back out, illuminating the Stella in the distance. The temperature had crept as much as crisp fall weather, and the cup of hot chocolate spiked with whiskey that awaited near the dock was the perfect coda to the experience.

Australis, which has just revamped their food offerings with the addition of Peruvian chef Emilio Peschiera, abounds with small touches. From the drinks that greet you after an excursion to free boot rentals, oversized cabin windows, and frequent Zodiac rides, the cruise is designed to create an immersive experience. One early-morning Zodiac pulled up within arms’ reach of a raft of penguins chilling on a tiny patch of land. Another morning found us at Cape Horn, the southernmost point of South America and the last stop before Antarctica. With trips till April, it is not a foul time to flee civilization for a bit.

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