Trip Report: 16 Days Chasing Patagonian Powder by Van

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by TJ David via TJDavidSki.com


Van Life, surely the best life.


The freedom to chase storms from behind the wheel of your very own van. To live life on the fringe, rigged and outfitted for sleeping through the coldest nightsย in the most unusual locations all the while going weeks on end without showering. Van Life. The ability toย unbound yourself from those societal rules that say youโ€™re suppose to have a house, a car, a job, billsโ€ฆthe flexibility to travel, the novelty of a different life.ย Surely, this is something most skiers have contemplated while laying down to sleep during those month long high-pressures we get duringย January in Colorado when we often ask ourselves, โ€œhow can this be, will it ever snow again?โ€


 

Totally focused, Jared takes us unscathed over a series of mountain passes in the middle of a snow storm. behind the wheel. Van life is about the freedom not to crash someone else's van in the middle of nonewhere in a snow storm in Argentina.


Iโ€™d be lying if I said I hadnโ€™t dreamt ofย hitting the open road with a fat bankroll, sights set on the furthest most exotic place with endless powder producing storms on the horizon. The thought of sleeping night after night in a van, belly filled with copious amounts of mac n cheese, mind lost in thoughts from the best day Iโ€™d just had in my life, the better one Iโ€™ll have tomorrow, is of course partiallyย disillusioned.ย The reality is I never actuallyย considered selling all my stuff, buying a van, outfitting it and setting out into the sunset to chase powder. Why? Because the real truth is I like life within the fridge, but hey, itโ€™s nice to dream.

So while gearing up for my annual trip back to Argentina andย mi casa lejos de casa where I live with my girlfriend, I noticed a facebook message from an old friend and ex-collegiateย intramural soccer teammate, Jared Akerstrom. Jared had seen thatย I was heading back to Argentina and wanted to tell me a little about a mobile ski/travel trip heโ€™d taken the previous year in New Zealand. His interest in Argentina sparked by a post I had made regarding the prediction of a great winter in the Southern Hemisphere. After a quick exchange of messages with the accomplished skier andย Ohio basedย artist, I started to get pretty excited about the prospects of doing something similar to his past trip here in Argentina.ย With left the conversation at that, but slowly over proceeding days I found myself piecing together a rough plan to have a taste of the lifestyle Iโ€™d bought into years ago through adventure magazine articles, facebook posts and instagram feeds that sold a small part of me on the trendy rise to Van Life.


 

Mar Del Plata, Argentina.


Several months passed without much talk about the trip, both Jared and I were busy with our personal lives.ย Jared was organizing his first gallery showing โ€œFormulated Playโ€ and wrapping up his time in Cleveland, Ohio before graduate school. I was unwinding from a ski trip to Ecuador and spending time with my girlfriend on the Argentine coast. Talk about our expectations for the trip hardly transcendedย our initial interest in avoiding the Argentine resorts and making the trip about a cultural experience, rather than a ski experience. Through a short series of sporadic emails, we began piecing together a few general themes that basically could be summed upย in the facts that we didnโ€™t mind touring long distances to access great terrain, we hoped it didnโ€™t snow a lot so we could get up high, safely, and even better if the famous Argentine winds would keep our approaches scoured and south facing lines chalky.

We knew we only had limited time with the van, sixteen days or so, and we hoped to make the best of our time, in whatever way thatย presented itself.


 

Tree skiing in Argentina? I certainly wouldn't have thought...Photo: Jared Akerstrom


Things became reality when Jared messaged me saying heโ€™d booked his tickets for Buenos Aires and heโ€™d be coming down to meet me in my home city before making the journey west. I guess that was my cue to put the deposit down on our van, and through a bit of research, get some of the logistics taken care of. I was quickly learning that in a country with limited infrastructure, travel wasnโ€™t going to be as free flowing as in all those stories Iโ€™d read on the internet.


 

Bienvenido Boludo!


 

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Mar Del Plata, Argentina


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After a few days in the city we left Mar Del Plata with the positivity most travelers encapsulate after being extorted by the luggage porter who refused to put our oversized baggage on the bus without first being greased with some extra pesos. What first started out as a simple, โ€œyou need to tip me three times what you were going to or Iโ€™m not putting your bags on this bus,โ€ quickly escalated to demands and then into an incomprehensible blur of sounds native only to La Provincia deย Buenos Aires, and nowhere else in the Spanish speaking world. This was made worse by my attempts to interject with a simple peace offering, โ€œI can pay you, I will pay you, man, be calm,โ€ that came out as โ€œTe puedo pegar, te voy a pegar, chico, calmate.โ€ย Shit! I realized as he got angrier, o seaย pagarโ€ฆย A phenomenal start to the trip I told Jared as we finally got comfortable in our seats, ready for our 20 hour bus ride. I accidentally told that guyย โ€œI would hit him.โ€ Weย both laughed.ย Con suerteย weโ€™d get through this trip without anyone shooting us over a stupid misunderstanding.


 

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Bienviendos!


Twenty-four hours, a few empanadasย and no-less-than threeย alfajores (one for dinner, lunch and breakfastโ€ฆplato completo)ย later weโ€™d arrived in Bariloche. We narrowly navigated the localย colectivo system 17 kilometers through rush hour traffic, took in a quick view of the city center and road alongย one of the most picturesque lakes weโ€™d ever seen. Finally, in the dwindling light, we set our eyes on our home. As we left our friend, the purveyor of our newly adopted Van Life, Jorge Kozuljโ€™s (Andescross.com) house in the pouring rain that evening we were tired and exhausted. No plans were made for the next day, and rightfully so. I slept, cold, but I slept.


Lakes Region, Patagonia, Argentina.


Casa Rotanda!


We woke up to the spitter spatter of the same Patagonian rain weโ€™d gone to sleep to, the same rain weโ€™d grow to expect, day after day in this region of Argentina. We watched as moisture gathered on the inner ceiling of our home, the droplets falling on our sleeping bags, as we contemplated our next move. I had just enough courage to leave my sleeping bag to turn on one of our stoves to prepare hot water for a warmย mate.ย The back of our mobile home, a mess, was our first line of business. We completed equipment organization, food inventoryย and got everything stowed away in places where it wouldnโ€™t shake loose. It wasย inevitable, after a few dozen collisions with the multitude of potholes that lined the streets of theย barrioย weโ€™d spent the night in, everything would again be all over the floor and weโ€™d be piecing our home back together once parked and ready to stock up on food and fuel.

I guess this is a good spot to reiterate to anyย readers about how difficult it is to find fuel for your stove in Argentina. After hearingย maรฑana maรฑana maรฑanaย from just about everyย ferreteriaย in the Bariloche area, we finally pieced enough canisters and food together to cook some real mealsย and get โ€œoff the grid.โ€


Jared Akerstrom, Patagonia, Argentina.


 

Find another beautiful view, park, cook, sleep, repeat.


A day, maybe two later, we hadnโ€™t made it more than a few trips to the city center and a few kilometers past theย barrioย where weโ€™d first picked up our van. So much for life on the open road. The rain was relentless, the temperatures too warmโ€ฆand just when we couldnโ€™t stand another minute in the van, in Patagonia, it got cold, freezing levels dropped and a good tip from our friend, Patagonian guiding legend Jorge Kozulj, had us powder lapping trees in a wind-closed Cerro Catedral.


 

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Jared Akerstrom deep in Patagonian Polvo.


 

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Deep.


Jared Akerstrom finding the line.


 

Storm skiing.


 

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Neither of us expected to being doing any tree skiing in Argentina. The countryโ€™s mountains seemingly rise out of the driest desserts. Ski areasย likeย Las Leรฑas have almost no trees, what-so-ever, not one on any piste, and the climate can be so dry you wouldnโ€™t even expect an ounce of moisture to fall during the winter or summer months. But, the Lakes Region of Patagonia was different. The trees were in abundance, the humidity nearly always 100% and with a bit of already existing base from a few early season storms we found ourselves hitting the sweetest spots that we couldnโ€™t have even imagined in our deepest, most wild Patagonian dreams.

As we dried our feet, and our mobile home, in the Cerro Catedral parking lot that late afternoon theย weather seemed to be holding. Intermittent snow flurries came in and out with the passing clouds, the forecast looked good and cold and we both thought we might as well find another bosque to ski in, at least until the new snow stabilizes and we can go into the alpine.

So with a bit of stoke for the low elevation freezing levels we headed off for a near-by trailhead and prepared ourselves for a few more days shredding the bosque.


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Jared Akerstrom dropping in for the first lap of the day.

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Up for another lap.

These trees haven't been skiable in half a decade. And probably not this good in a full one.


 

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The weather was too good. We watched as storms formed on the horizon and out over the lakes beneath us, then slowly disappearing before ever disrupting our day in the forest. As temperatures stayed low, winds kept calm and our curiosity got the best of us, we headed up into the alpine for a quick recon of the area to try to formulate a plan for the following day. As the weather was looking like it would stay cool and the rain and snow would hold off until the afternoon, it seemed like weโ€™d have anย opportunity to ski something a bit bigger tomorrow.


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Plan A: Said Line in the Background.


 

Muy Peligroso.


 

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After a quick peak at what things looked like up high, we formulated a rough plan for the following morning and made our way down through the forest again. The snow on the more west facing aspects was still excellent, although we noted hot pow as we reached about 1300 meters, the point where we would transition, the spot marking freezing levels. Fortunately, the out led us across one of our more interesting finds of the trip thus far.ย La Roca Negra, a smallย refugio near the base of the summer trail sat with smoke rising from the hutโ€™s chimney. A near by sign on a tree noted, โ€œpizza, cerveza, snacks,โ€ and we immediately set our skis outside and poked our heads in. Jared was already inside when I said,ย โ€œBuenas tardes, vi el humo, esta todavรญa abierto?โ€ in my broken Spanish.ย A quick response from one of the girls working brought us into the main room with an incredible view. A couple local beers quickly followed. As I chatted with one of the girls, I asked if they had any food and she explained they only served food for big parties, but forย personas copadosย they made exceptions. Awesome.


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Guiso. La comida para los personas copados.ย I think thereโ€™s some hotdog in there!


With our sights set on a big goal for the following day we stashed our essential gear on the mountain for a lighter, faster approach back to the snow-line and descended back down to the trailhead. I was relieved to arrive back at the van, which was fully intact.


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Van Life.


It's not mac n cheese.


As we cooked a lake-side dinner and took in the darkening sky, we noted how unusual the last few days had been. Skiing powder in Argentinian Patagonia? Tree skiing? Myย preconceptions for what skiing would be like in the land of complex, isolated and beautiful mountains now clearly, in hindsight were complete misconceptions. Ideas about driving to El Chaltรฉn and skiing near the Fitz Roy or heading for the north near Aconcagua, thoughts weโ€™d had flying around Argentina on google earth the night before leaving for Bariloche were nowย clearly lost. Weโ€™d just had a near bluebird powder day in Argentina, what could we expect next? We had no โ€œPlan Aโ€ or โ€œPlan B,โ€ and somewhere after our first powder turns in the wind-closed Cerro Catedral our expectations for the trip and what it should be or was going to be was gone as well.ย Thoughts about cold nights to come, mornings spent drying moisture from our van ceiling, re-shelving food and equipment that had again fallen after hitting another potholeโ€ฆthe small annoyances that after such relentless consistency would be enough to break most people, seemed lost as well with the whisk and arc of a powder turn.ย As I piled on as many layers as I could and slipped into my sleeping bag, the rain began again. I prepared for another cold night in Patagonia, my final thoughts somewhere between disbelief about the last few days andย โ€œwell we may have our skis hidden up on this mountain, but honestly, who knows where weโ€™ll actually ski tomorrow.โ€


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