I've lost count of time here in Chile, perhaps I'm getting more Chilean. This was my sixth or seventh southern winter in the country blessed with the Andes' west slope and South America's west coast, and I've been here for two or three months. What I know for sure is that 2012 is the third drought year in a row, bringing extremely low snow totals to the central Andes where I'm based out of. Where last year the ski areas in the south, from Nevados de Chillán on down into Patagonia, had a ton of snow, this year the entire mountain range is dry.
With that said, I suppose some of you should stop reading this and move on. I know there exists substantial percentage of modern skiers (and TGR readers) that seek only powder conditions, and judge the quality of the ski experience on how closely it resembles a Lee Cohen photograph from Alta, Utah. Though I love Cohen and I love Alta, skiing and ski travel has a lot more to offer, and on a drought winter like we've had here this year, you better be willing to keep your mind open.
Because Chile a country built out of coast and mountains populated with good people, my winter, despite the snow, was incredible. I skied old places and new, I surfed a lot, and right now I'm looking out of the window of a bus at the Andes and the changing mosaic of farmland as I make the journey from Nevados de Chillán back to Santiago. I've got a few weeks left here before I head back to Seattle. I'll spend them chasing snow if it falls, waves if they come, and enjoying the times in between.
Transition time: PNW Summer to Andean Winter.
4th of July. Its a stimulating time.
Skiing Little Tahoma in Mount Rainier National Park in early July. Little did I know I'd find less snow in Chilean winter than Washingtonian summer.
Oh for Christ sakes, Erik, come down from there.
Yeah get it, Jesse.
And then, boom. Welcome to the Central Andes, where we bring our tennis shoes on ski tours.
Shit the snow's beat, let's go the beach!
Low tide.
The tide in the mountains that is. Drought. Rocks. Dirt. An entire month without a cloud or flake of snow.
Farellones, you're wearing the wrong color for this time of year.
This may have been the worst day of the year for snow conditions. I think it had been like six weeks without a snowfall.
Skiing by the light of the moon makes even the most dire conditions enchanting. Santiago, brown, dusty, and congested during the day benefits from the same effect.
Jordan Ingmire mainly works with snowboarders, and getting to know his unique perspective was a great experience.
Another Jordan Ingmire image.
Somewhere here it snowed like 10cms and saved the resorts from closing in the supposed middle of their season. Looking south towards Cajon de Maipo from Farellones.
Neighbors. Buena onda.
More Farellones beauty, this time looking north towards Valle de la Yerba Loca, Cerro La Paloma in the back.
Went out to Punta de Lobos again, this time to watch the biggest swell of the winter roll through. Incredible watching the tow surfers, paddle surfers, and windsurfers go after it. They don't just ride/survive these waves, they rip them to shreds. Small image, but there's a surfer on that wave.
Back at the mountains, it finally snowed enough to write home about. My best run of the year, I'd have to say. First ones in the Chimney at La Parva. Rachael Burks is the type of person I described at the start of this post, someone who has fun no matter the snow conditions. So when she put her track down here she really liked it.
Same day. My friend Camila's visit happened to coincide with the best skiing of the year.
Not too much powder frenzy going on here. I went touring by myself after the storm cleared out.
Wait, maybe this was my best run of the season.
The view from the top of Cerro La Parva. The peak on the left is Marmolejo, the southernmost 6,000m peak on the planet.
Living the Dream
As if they weren't already, things got good. Travel, helicopters, friends.
Went to Antillanca for The North Face Down South Volcano trip, the consolation prize for everyone who made the journey to Chile to participate in the Freeskiing World Tour event at Ski Arpa which was unfortunately cancelled.
This is the Chilean doorway to Patagonia, and savage volcanoes and terrain stand proud as you look south, such as Puntiagudo, shown here.
Chopo Diaz exploring some of the little resort's big backcountry. This was actually a sheet of blue ice, thanks to a bout of the "puelche," or fierce east wind that occasionally comes ripping in from Argentina.
Friends and scenery while at a gas station, on the bus back home to Santiago. Volcán Llaima stands behind.
Let's go heliskiing! Why bring just one?
Apparently this stuff hadn't been skied before. But who knows. We skied the lower valley to the left and the main chute off the top.
Plus a bunch of stuff on this wall.
Then I competed in the Swatch Skiers Cup where we got to heliski this gem of a freeride venue. I can see the thing from my house in Farellones and have been drooling over it for years. And the moon happened to be full, which lit it up beautifully the night before the competition.
Drool.
Snow's beat, let's go surfing. Punta Lobos again.
Got to check out Puma Lodge when I went up for a North Face Chile sales meeting. On normal winters you have to heli in, but we drove up and went hiking. Beautiful valleys head into the mountains north, east, and south from the confluence where the lodge is located. I would love to see this place on a big year.
Checking out some 1,000+ year old Cypress trees above the lodge.
Shit, the snow's beat. Not Punta Lobos.
Finally, took a trip to Chillán for the dieciocho (September 18th), Chile's national day of independence. Big parties, multiple BBQs per day, and despite low snow, some great touring. In particular this hot river flowing through an immaculate snowy valley is quite a nice place to take a dip. Finally, the beach and skiing have found a place to coexist.
That's it. Or is it?
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