Report from September 11, 2023

On Sunday, the snow in Bariloche, Argentina was hot, crusty, and bad.

Everywhere.

In my ultra-dramatic human standard of being, I wrote the rest of the season off as hot, funky, and weird.

A warm, rainy storm was rolling in that day and the forecast was hot, wet garbage.

That night, I kept my eye on the webcams of the upper mountain of Cerro Catedral ski resort.

It was dumping up there.

I mean, really nuking snow.

And it was colder than it was supposed to be…

This all added up to one thing: possible great tree skiing in the morning.

We got up and out early on Monday morning and nuzzled our noses into the old Lenga forests first.

The snow was dense and you could still feel the bottom, but it was glorious compared to what I’d expected.

So much of life is just that, huh?

Expectations vs. reality.

The conditions greatly exceeded my expectation and anytime that happens, life simply feels grand.

Thanks, Patagonia!

These trees are my happy place…

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