After the guides’ meeting yesterday morning, we had about 5 hours to kill before the meet and greet with the clients here in Ushuaia, Argentina. ย A crew of the guides zipped up to the Marcial glacier here in town for a quick lap or two.
After about 30 minutes of walking, we were on snow, transitioning from running shoes to ski boots, and putting on skins.
Skins… ย I’d forgotten my skins… ย Kook. ย My first day ever skiing with Chris Davenport and I had no skins…
Luckily, the boot packing was ideal and there were even some rock trails to ascend on and I was able to keep without issue. ย
When we reached the top, there was nothing but stoke and grins. ย It was a powder day at the end of the world in early November.
Chris dropped in first and it was obvious it was gonna be a great day. ย 3-6″ of snow snow on soft, crusty, old snow made for creamy turns, photogenic spray, and copious hoots.
Stefan summed it up best when he skied down to the group, threw his head back, and simply screamed. ย These guys live for this kinda stuff.
Another lap brought similar results, but more turns as we took it all the way down to snowline.
A quick walk out, a quick beer, and a quick ride home in the back of a pickup brought us home in time for the client meet and greet.
Life is good in Ushuaia and I can attest that we’re all absolutely fired up to be sailing to Antarctica tomorrow to ski on one of the coolest trip on Earth.