Report from August 5 & 6, 2023
OK, so it rained to the top around here last week then froze hard.
It’s been tough to find worthwhile skiing and riding.
We know, because we’ve been out there trying to make it work and occasionally getting beat down by firm conditions.
Thursday, we finally found some soft snow.
It wasn’t magical, but it was skiable and we did have a great time.
The truth is that we were making lemonade outta lemons on Thursday.
Yesteray I went for a bigger, deeper line and while I was taking a break on top, a monstrous gust of wind blew my backpack down the chute. The real clincher was that the pack was open.
Everything came flying out…
I screamed, laughed, and skied down the chute looking for gear.
Shovel blade, helmet bag with hat and sunnies, one skin, backpack, drone in case, medical kit, water bottle.
I was still missing one skin, my ice axe, and my repair kit.
I started hiking up and just for fun took a look into a hole that had a waterfall rushing into it.
My repair kit… Lucky find.
I really needed that other skin because it’s nearly impossible to find gear down here in Argentina.
After a 1,000-vertical-foot climb I found my other skin tucked into a crack in the snow against a large rock.
I still can’t believe I found it in that wayward hole…
Just above the skin was my ice axe in plain sight.
I somehow found everything.
The only casualties were the rotor blades of the drone that we should be able to replace in a couple of weeks.
The mountain taught me a powerful yet thankfully lower consequence lesson today: be ready for anything out here.
Especially in Patagonia.