The Luck Changed
Last Thursday we grabbed a bus for the 45 minute drive to the ski mountain -- a whopping 75 cents each for the journey. We jumped on the lift around 10am and found the hill to be empty. After we arrived at the top and looked around confused amongst a 30 mph wind, sideways snow and a partial whiteout a Mountain Host walked in our direction. Our new guide ended up showing us around the ski hill for 3 hours and we found some boot deep powder runs on South facing slopes.
The ski area was really empty, we would only see 4-5 people skiing down during a 5-10 minute lift ride. It was strange, but the weather was aweful so I guess most people stayed away.
The snow in Bariloche is wet, similar to the Cascades. This was not cowboy powder but we still enjoyed a number of great runs. We ended up meeting another gringo from NYC on the lift who joined our guided ski excursion and this guys entire family lives in Victor, ID. What a small world.
After a hard day of skiing windblown snow we retreated to town and enjoyed a Margarita and a Mexican dinner.
The ski area was really empty, we would only see 4-5 people skiing down during a 5-10 minute lift ride. It was strange, but the weather was aweful so I guess most people stayed away.
The snow in Bariloche is wet, similar to the Cascades. This was not cowboy powder but we still enjoyed a number of great runs. We ended up meeting another gringo from NYC on the lift who joined our guided ski excursion and this guys entire family lives in Victor, ID. What a small world.
After a hard day of skiing windblown snow we retreated to town and enjoyed a Margarita and a Mexican dinner.
posted by Bradley Krugh at 6:57 AM
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