I returned a few hours ago from this trip and it was awesome. I'll handle this chronologically
from departure to return flight. But first:
I've always thought the pros were amazing atheletes
but this trip bolstered my respect for them. If you are into pagan idolotry you need not hesitate to
worship a statue of any of the superstars that were kind enough to share their time, stories, and
skiing tips with me. Aside from being bionic and possessing a third lung (their stamina is unreal), they
all were angels: supremely helpful, kind, always in a good positive mood. Unlike some top atheletes in
more popular atheletic events, they are role models for the sport and for the human spirit.
Chris Davenport, Chris Anthony, Wendy Fisher, Michael Douglas, Shane McConkey
I work Friday morning and leave Reno-DFW-Santiago and obtain a ride to Portillo. My g/f or avatar girl
(or "D" as BrklynTrayc refers to her) boards the plane with me. The second leg of the flight we pass time watching
OFFICE SPACE since we "got the memo. Nobody had seen my red Swingline stapler".
On my flight from DFW to Santiago were Wendy Fisher, Chris Anthony, and Michael Douglas.
Some folks in a state of panic because they were worried about SNAKES ON A PLANE.
However, there were no snakes: I simply was happy to see the superstars...and I had a banana too.
We arrive in Santiago and the drive to Portillo is beautiful:
Arriving at Hotel Portillo the check in is swift. Our room's balcony has a great view.
Tools of the trade are unpacked.
The heck with the superstars, our presence is graced by BrklynTrayc. She is ubersweet and
gives my gal a ski lesson while I beat the life out myself hiking the off piste.
I manage to get in a few runs with Davenport and another camper who lives in London
and skis Verbier. He rocks. Next days are filled with tons of hiking and skiiing. Michael Douglas
tells me we hiked more this year than the past years. Hiking in ski boots up the fall line is my
Achille's heel. I skied 110% the first two days. That and the hiking had a synergistic effect leaving
my muscles not at peak for the rest of the weak. Day three I skied like I had 20% of my game on. I
failed to pace myself and I paid the price. Still, the week did not suck:
Shane , the Gargantita chutes, and campers. I've got the camo pants and orange shell:
Roca Jack poma and it's treats:
Chris Anthony...you have to see him to believe it. Amazing take no prisoners ski style. Super nice too! And this man knows who to plan global ski trips.
Future TR in 2007 or 2008 for sure.
Hey, what's that buried in the snow?
Two and one half cartwheels but I ski out of it:
"Dude, you McGovern'd!"
A little air time
Condor and Vizchacha runs: that guy from Squaw
Me, another guy from Squaw albeit lesser known
A little race action on the 97mm waist Dynastar Legend Pro
Awards ceremony with the white liger/tiger beanie:
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