Backstories aren't any fun so I'll keep it brief: Skiing in the Southern Hemisphere in the summer sounded like fun and it looked like I would be able to pull it off this year. Stroupskier was coerced into tagging along. We picked a day to meet at EZE (Buenos Aires airport). Plans from there involved, "getting to Las Lenas", "skiing", "drinking red wine", and "maybe going somewhere else". Sweet.
I realized on the plane that I didn't bring a dictionary and hadn't brushed up, spoke, or thought about spanish in ~6 years. Stroup apparently knew 5-6 words of French. They wouldn't help. C'est la vie.
I landed in BA, got my bags, and waited for the big hairy ape known as Stroupskier. Eventually he showed up and we headed into town to hopefully purchase a bus ticket to Lenas and waste away the day. 700 pesos, a number of confused looks, and a sweet game of Gestures later we had two bus tickets to San Rafael and a piece of paper that apparently said we had paid for a shuttle from San Rafael to Las Lenas. I was in high spirits after the exchange. It even ended up working the right way...
Buenos Aires has big buildings and hippy buses
It also has confusing, amusing statues with pirates riding horses. I'm not sure this one was historically accurate.
I didn't think this magazine would sell well in the US. Sidenote: Parents, don't name your (destined to be porn star) daughters Floppy
The Buenos Aires police thought they spotted the missing link in human evolution. They called in the riot police to restrain it. Luckily, Stroup was able to hide himself.
Anyway, after touring BA for the day and eating some killer empanadas we jumped on a bus and eventually got to Lenas. We got hooked up by the second bus driver and ended up talking to a guy named Manual who lives in Cirrus 909. He had a line on beds in rental apartments in Cirrus that ended up costing us 150 pesos/night/person (~$35). It seemed like a pretty good deal after talking to other folks considering the rooms were of decent size, never full, and had unlimited hot water for showers. If I track down his email I'll add it to the South America thread.
Marte was running when we got there and no new snow had fallen so we immediately started hiking. It was a bit crazy to go from the summertime bike riding to skiing steep lines. I had to think through the first few turns"
Entre Rios and Torecillas dominate the immediate backcountry
Stroup was stoked to get up top on Entre Rios
The skiing through the chutes was pretty rough though, and I was just happy to come out in one piece. BC etiquette meant no good pics of that one.
We ran into a few of the unofficialandes crew on the top of that one and they FLASHED their lines. Ralph and Mattias can rip. Stroup and I prayed that the filmer across the valley did not get our hack efforts. As we were chilling on the deck of the cafe near Marte, we heard a, "Change for a nickel?" and ended up meeting Skis. He plus another 'merican tagged along for the next day and Torrecillas.
Stroup, Skis, and Max near the end of the hike to Torrecillas. They may have been a bit pissed at my route-finding decisions (which added 30 minutes of scree field to the usual route) but that shit was WINDY!
Max rips up Torrecillas
We then got a BIG storm. 2 metres + at the base over a few days. We all think snow is good and get excited for it, but down there you only want so much. What would have been a few days of sweet storm skiing in CO or UT was actually a massive waiting game down there. We did what we could to kill time.
We watched it snow
We ate
We ate some more (como se dice, "Type 2 Diabetes?")
Stroup had issues after eating his 3rd Lomo of the night
We tried skiing teh ticketline gnar
We boozed, played cards, boozed and played cards, poached treadmills, poached wi-fi, poached eggs, beat Time Crisis 2 (repeatedly) etc. etc. Finally, after a few days of snowing and a few more of just the lower ropetows running, they got the real lifts running!
Stroup made the most of the half day they finally started running things.
The next day it dawned bluebird... Oh hell yeah!
Rusty is excited
Stroupskier turns
Skis skis
I'm in there somewhere
Stroup gets all slutty
In the ensuing days of frenzy, the crew blows past Team Oakley in search of the goods
Spirits are high
Adamantium gets it done
Daywalker makes a visible turn
We waited with baited breath those last few days for Marte, but alas it was not to be. We couldn't complain with the snow we could ski, but the face that was staring down at us haunted us all. Just knowing what was an easy hike out the back made it worse. I had to bail shortly after our powder pillaging, else there would have been some skinning straight up the groomers to the deliciousness out back.
Final Summary: Argentina kicks some serious A. There is also some serious A-factor. There's no question in my mind that I'll be back next year. It was that much fun, even with Marte only running 3 of 14 days. Next year some other areas may need to be explored though.
Sidenote to the other South America newbs: Going down there half-cocked with no plan was fun and I kind of recommend it. However, do a bit of research and figure out what you should/should not bring and maybe get a bit more info than we did. For instance, you cannot change money in Lenas, Argentinians don't have real coffee (or peanut butter!), and bring some activities for those gosh-darned down days.
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