Imagine a turquoise river, a river as blue as a Pacific lagoon.
The same river, as cobalt blue as the Atlantic, whose waters turn pink at sunset.
With ripples of crimson pointing the way for geese.
Imagine a turquoise river, waters fed by a distant glacier.
A sinuous, sapphire scarf wrapping round sandy banks.
Imagine a river whose eddies, gurgles and foaming fury carry kayaks onward to an exhilarating ‘rush’.
Its difficult to imagine that river tamed. Stilled, quiet and sullen.
That’s what might have happened. 5 mega-dams planned across the Baker river, a wild river gone forever.
Dam the Baker river, dam Patagonia was the cry.
Every river has its beauty, but the Baker is more than a river, it’s a magic Magellanic world.
Feeding forests as old as time, Alerce, Coihue and Lenga.
A pristine pearl, born from and protected by, snow capped mountains.
Stop imagining a turquoise river, it’s there and always will be. Waiting for you to go, in Patagonian Chile.
