Fifth and (for this year) final SA TR
part 1: Tierra del Fuego
part 2: Rio Negro/ Chubut
part 3: Chile/misc.
part 4: PN Los Alerces/Cholila
music, Attwenger - Muamen (especially for Franz Klammer)
A few months of dragging your banged up gear around the hostels (good, bad and ugly) of southamerica
and it comes as a shock to suddenly be staying with a charming young family, toddler, 2 dogs, house in suburbia. Of all the good people I've met on this trip, Steven Hatcher of Ttips and familia were a highlight. Taking in, feeding and generally going out of your way to help a random traveler deserves a lot of sunshine and powder in karmic return. For a good collection of TRs from the Santiago area and an informative read far from the usual summertime Ttalk world of frustratedly single, kneepadwearing wildflowers and lawn sprinklers, have a look at this thread.
(Steve's pic)
Picture book day, not a cloud, spectacular scenery, powder and good company. See Steven Hatcher's TR here for detailed how/when/where.
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More of Steve's pictures, yours truly skinning.
Hatcher dropping
The Kinks in my head, "all I got's this sunny afternoon" and what else could I ever want...
From above you wonder how the people in Santiago breath.
From below all you notice is that the light is softer. People fly kites in the evenings in front of hazily golden hills.
A day of dozing off on chairlifts in the sun at La Parva. I met three American telemarkers whom I would like to assure, on the slim chance they are reading this, that, despite the contrary impression they may have gotten, I am actually a harmless hippy girl who loves freeheelskiing for its soulfullness and the flow of positive energy produced by small turns on flat terrain. No, really.
"I don't like the drugs, but the drugs like me."
Earned turns, melting mountains, soggy canyons. Bonus points if you can name the place.
"In the morning when I wipe my brow
Wipe the miles away
I like to think I can be so willed
And never do what you say."
Ran out of snow and ended up downclimbing a bit in a small waterfall. Wet.
Shared a day, cereal bar and line with a random dog who decided to accompany me. Nice.
Camouflage
Toothy grin, tounge flying, tail rotating... straightline.
Enough is enough
Doom, pending?
"...perdido en el corazon,
de la grande Babylon..."
Mendoza is pleasant, friends, wine, vicious talking birds,
pisco sour, friends, weird rabbit like things (will piss on you if you annoy it),
little rat dogs with huge eyes,
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did I mention friends?
"I'm so into the things we share-
Like floating through the air
It's like a magic carpet ride
Nowhere to run - nowhere to hide."
Las Leñas is a weird place, le monde à l'envers, as someone else put it. Maybe in a good season the mountain is worth the bullshit, hard to tell, now.
Waiting Game.
Disembodied Cat with military honours.
Gringo:
To whom it may concern:
Valle Les Leñas
Summing up the experience:
"Promises of pleasure mesmerised, but how far can we get?
At least here in the eye of the storm I won't get my hairdo wet
Some of you have already foreseen yourself undone
Some of you seem to believe you've only just begun
Try a little perjury, get rich quick
My eyes are bigger than my belly is, and it makes me sick
Attitude, so much to prove, should've been a beautiful thing
Some of you will already know, and I'm still wondering."
continues...
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