This time we’re taking you back to May 2010 and to a desert in northern Chile.

We leave Pisco Elqui taking a morning bus ride through the valley back towards the coast. After a couple of hours we arrive the lively fishing town La Serena on the northern coast of Chile.
I think up a hilarious and catchy, or as just puts it super annoying, song called “HEY LA Serena” sung to the tune of Macarena it really only has three words and a prelude of pretending to speak Spanish and anyone can join in. Basically it goes:
Takeabus tothecoast of northern chile
Haveabigheadache cozyoudrinktomuch pisco
HEEEEEEY! LA SERENA!!!
Thankfully one homeless guy thought it was pretty good, he and his toothless grin joined in before falling over.

Anyway, our stay in La Serena is short as we are making our way up the coast to San Pedro de Atacama. So we spend a brief dazed moment at 7am walking around La Serena. Even at this early hour there are people getting about their daily business and painting graffiti on the steep streets that lead down the hill to the harbor. But we have no more time to explore, we board our bus to Calama for our 14 hour ride.

The scenery flies past.

Some of the scenery

By the time we arrive at Calama it’s night time. Calama bus station is small, crowded and dirty. We push through the mob to get our bags and find the next bus to take us to San Pedro. All goes well and we’re on our way for the final leg of our trip.

We sing – “I just spent 16 hours in a f__king bus!” clap-clap.. clap-clap. Sung to the tune of 6 months in a leaky boat by Split Enz.
We get off the bus in San Pedro de Atacama, into the dust bowl of a station. I suppose they don’t bitumen the roads here because it just gets covered in sand nor do they install street lights. So our travel tired bodies trump down the dusty sand roads to find our hostel/B&B. This is harder than you think at night time in a strange place with only the occasional moon and one street light to guide you. I now completely understand how Jesus ended up in a barn.

The streets in the moonlight look peaceful, clean and are lined with the 10ft brick walls that surround the properties here. Probably to keep the street light out I think. We finally find the place after stopping and asking a few stray dogs, all named Baxter because they speak Spanish(Anchorman reference), and helpful locals. Hostel Elim is brilliant, lovely clean and warm. Warm?!? you say, yes warm, at night the desert is below zero.

Hostel Elim and the high brick walls

Jess on sandy streets of San Pedro de Atacama

We wake to the warm sun, beaming through the window, get changed, have breakfast and go for a stroll around the dusty streets. The place resembles something out of Mad Max crossed with Tatooine. The buildings are made from thick clay bricks with flat roofs and the entrances are stepped down from street level. All to ensure that people my height bump their heads into the doorway as they walk in or to ensure the place is as cool as possible or for the amusement of the local shopkeeper who laughs at the stupid tall pale faces bumping their heads. At least I have all my teeth I say to the shop keeper who speaks perfectly good English and charges us a small fortune for Panadol to soothe my sore head.

One shop selling sandboarding tours

Streets of San Pedro

The streets are busy with tourists and lined with restaurants and tour companies all enticing you to visit. Towards lunchtime it’s time to get out of the hot sun so we duck into one of the many café’s. This one advertised smoothies, so naturally wanting to continue my tasting of banana liquardo’s around South America, it was chosen. In through the door and out into semi-covered courtyard. Lunch is super tasty and the banana smoothies are close to the best so far.
San Pedro is well known for its geysers. The afternoon is spent scoping out the tour companies for a trip to the geysers and strolling through the town and its markets.

The markets are colorful and rather quiet with all stores selling practically the same brightly coloured fabrics and other clothing items along with cocoa leaves. Cocoa leaves? We soon discover why, by about 3pm we are shattered and head back home for a sleep. San Pedro is located 2407  metres above sea level and us flat-landers have come straight up from the coast into the altitude causing us to become tired very easily. They suggest chewing cocoa leaves to help increase circulation and assist with the acclimatization. Instead we just pull up a hammock in the shade of a tree and a refreshing beer.
Dinner time rolls around so we head to the outdoor restaurant Adobe. A large dimly lit courtyard with tables set around a large fire-pit. Bellies full, it’s time for bed as we need to rise early 4am for our trip to the geysers.

4am! I don’t mind it myself. Jess on the other hand doesn’t operate until 9am even with coffee. We stand on the curb, outside the hostel waiting for our bus. It’s late, it’s cold.
Finally a packed mini-bus arrives and we board it with all the other half-asleep people rugged up in winter clothes. No one says much, except the occasional “is he always like this” to Jess about my singing, whistling, tapping, talking etc. “Just stare out the window” Jess sternly tells me. I stare out the window, it stares back. It wins.

The bus climbs out of the desert into the hills and down into the crater. We arrive at the geysers, it’s too dark to see anything except a bit of steam rising in front of some headlights so we wait for the sun to rise.

Nothing to see here

It’s only -18 and we’re all standing outside waiting for the guide to setup coffee and cake for breakfast. My hands feel like they’re about to fall off and on fire at the same time. I’m dancing around doing my finest impression of an African Tribal dance. The coffee is warm but hard to hold and the cake froze instantly.

The guide and the geysers

One of the geysers

We’re directed over to a place where you can swim in the hot springs, it’s still -10 or so and they’re nothing compared to springs in Pucon so we pass and instead take the time to wander the geyser fields.

Some didnt pass on the opportunity for a wash

Geyser fields

There a Jess in there…somewhere

The naughty corner

As the sun rises the temperature does as well, dramatically, in the space of an hour or so the temp goes from -10 to + 20. We know this thanks to the running count provided by some nerd in our group with a thermometer.
Back aboard the bus, we’re off to our next stop. A small one street town, the purpose of which is strictly to sell tourists shabbily made junk, charge for toilet use and tasty llama meat kebabs. We find this a lot around South America, the tour bus pulls up in a shanty town to almost guilt the tourists into buying something to support the locals and just adds to the reasons of why we dislike going on organized tours as opposed to the self-guided type of adventure.

Jess checking out the local town lake

Llama kebab

Rock man

The town in all it’s glory

After the kebabs we race another tour group to a small canyon full of cacti. It’s a short hike/walk through the large cacti and down into the canyon which isn’t all that impressive.

Goal! Dockers up by 3

Cacti

Canyon

As we reach the bus, a girl from the other group races off to use the bathroom. In the middle of this cacti desert scene are two open air porcelain toilets. They look extremely out of place. The wooden door swings shut, we board the bus, it starts moving. I notice the guide cracking up with laughter. He explains that the toilets were dumped there and aren’t connect to anything not even a hole, she might as well be behind a bush. Plus, he continues, there’s no front to them and they face the highway.
The bus pulls away onto the highway, sitting there pants around the ankles with a surprised look on her face, she gives the bus a wave as the driver toots its horn.

The next day we wake late and head out for brunch. Funnily enough back to the same café, it was that good. We walk in and to our surprise, sitting at a long table in the middle of the courtyard is Jane and Scott who we met in Pucon a month or so before! What the hell!?! Ok, so Jane and Scott were travelling the other way (anti-clockwise) around South America, we figured we wouldn’t bump into them again but in a small dusty desert town, in a tiny café, miles away from anywhere we do exactly that. We sit, catch up and share stories. Then meet up later for dinner. They tell us of their time in Buenos Aries, the northern part of Argentina which we didn’t get to and the rest of their awesome round the world year long trip. We share plans, there is talk of Arica, Arequipa, Bolivia and Cusco who knows. Again we part ways and wish each other well on the other side of the gringo stump.

The next morning we’re back on the f__king bus, off to the city of Arica home of the famous surf break El Gringo.

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G’day Travelers,

As per usual we’re Michael J Foxing it back to the future in our proverbial Delorean all the way back to June 2010.

Its a Saturday, not that we’d know thanks to Travel Time which has it about “not long ago”, a bright and sunny Saturday. We have just come from the surfing town of Pichilemu on the coast of southern Chile.  We’re on a bus, possibly made in the mid-70′s or at least the seats smell like they haven’t been cleaned in that long. We’re flying past the the fields and small hillside towns on the way too Santiago, Chile’s smoggy capital city.

We’ve been to Santiago before and along with what we’ve read and heard from other travelers its a city best served as a pass through point. It’s actually quite a nice big metropolis right on a doorstep of the Andes with a lot of European charm, much like most of the cities we visited in South America. But it is big with a LOT of people everywhere at every time and due to it’s location a very bad pollution problem.

We spent the day and most of the evening exploring the city, we found ourselves spending a lot of time around the neighborhood of Barrio Bellavista. Barrio Bellavista is a lovely, lively part of Santiago. Its colourful streets are lined with pubs, restaurants, art galleries, dance studios, night clubs and cafe’s.

Did i mention colurful?

The modern section of Barrio Bellavista

We could of spent more time and money eating our way around the cafe’s and pubs of Santiago but we had a bus to catch. This bus was heading into the great unknown, otherwise called Pisco Elqui at around 10pm.
Pisco what-eee? ye that’s what i said when Jesse first mentioned it. She managed to translate, fairly direct translation, from a Spanish travel magazine that Pisco Elqui was a pretty awesome off the beaten track place to visit. Jess has a surprising knack of filtering through travel articles and taking us to the middle of somewhere to see something. When you get to this place, its usually a cow paddock or empty town with spinifex rolling through then around the corner is an amazingly brilliant something.

So we piled on board another night bus, this time full cama(first class roughly $35) with Turbus, for our 8 hour journey up to the port-side town La Serena. From there, at 6am on a Sunday, you get on a small football team bus, you know the small 20 odd seat buses that the footy coach drives the team around in. The footy bus, is empty and brand new surprisingly. We hop on.

Map of La Serna and Pisco Elqui

It’s another brilliant sunny day around 22 degrees and we’re now heading inland from the coast. On the winding way up through the valleys and mountains Jess explains to me why we’re going to Pisco Elqui.
“Elqui Domos” she says.
“Great!! A Spanish delivery pizza place. But is it that good.” i respond.
“Noooooo silly. It’s aparently got some of the clearest skies in the world. There’s a hotel there that actually these dome things.” Jess replies
“What tents?!” I butt in.
“No these” Jess shows me a photo:

Back to the bus ride. After hugging the sides of some steep mountains, looking down upon the lush valleys below and about 17 questions of “are you sure we’re on the right bus?”. We arrive in Tuscany, Italy. Surprised?! We were.
I figure the Chilean earthquakes were so viscous that they shook Pisco Elqui to Italy and slid Tuscany through the centre of the earth into Chile. Dont believe me?

Just outside of town:

Elqui valley

Town Church

This town blew us away. It was a extremely beautiful little town, with people gathering around the town square singing and playing music. The bus pulled up, the driver kicked us off and told us to walk up the road.
We grabbed our bags and started our walk up the windy road marveling at how clear and blue the sky was.

Pisco Valley so blue:

Down the meandering road

After about 10 minutes we arrive at Elqui Domos. I think to myself, “this is a hotel!” And it very much is, there’s everything you’d expect of a hotel, people collecting your bags, a delicious restaurant, a pool etc etc. Everything but a brick and cement walled room.
Elqui Domos is one of only seven astronomic hotels, fancy term for hotel based around Astronomy, worldwide. The domes themselves are two storey on the inside. The first floor is a lounge area and bathroom, then climbing up a ladder is the main bed with a detachable roof over it. Yup you can sleep literally under the stars, now this is camping!! One thing we did find is how the sound of what seemed like hyenas mating permeated through the thin dome walls. It made comments like “Sleep well” or “Did you have a good night” to our fellow guests childishly funny in the morning.

The main large dome reception and restaurant by the pool:

Looking down on the domes:

More domes:

The main dome:

First level:

Second level:

After more talking about Yurts, Jess decided it was time to shut me up and put food in my mouth. So we walked off down the quiet country road and found a restaurant. As you do.

Down the stairs to our table:

Want a lunch and we also discovered something new. Pisco Sours! Pisco, as it turns out, is a local Chilean/Peruvian clear tasty and alcoholic drink. They generally mix it with juices like lemon to make cocktails. And as it turns out Pisco Elqui is a major manufacturer of Pisco! Who would of thought!!! Yurts and alcoholic cocktails……heaven.

We wander our way back after a few Pisco Sours and bump/stumble into a Pisco factory!!! Brilliant! If you’ve ever seen the Simpsons were Homer goes to Chocolate Land, it was exactly like that. If you havent, watch this:

They even had Pisco in the walls:

One bottle of Pisco

She wore Lemmoooonn

We asked the bloke who owned the joint “Show us ya vineyard” snigger. So he did:

Pisco in hand we finally made it back to our dome in time for dinner! Dinner is served and prepared by a local lady from the town and it is 3 courses of delicious tasty goodness plus some more Pisco.

Jess enjoying dinner:

After dinner, it’s off to use the telescopes and have the local Astronomer give us a tour of the night sky. We look at the moon, Orion’s Belt and view the rings of Saturn in wonderful clarity.  With our pisco’s full of belly we head off to bed to watch the stars dance across the sky. It was truly awe inspiring, peaceful and beautiful to watch the planets and stars perform for us without a cloud or light to hinder its act.

In the morning we wake, enjoy a fresh breakfast and begin our trek back to La Serena.

Cheers

Hutch

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Why howdy there folks, here’s the lowdown of the last month or two of snowboarding the mountains of Alberta, Canada.

Locations: Sunshine Village and Lake Louise.
Reported Base: Around 170cm

In a period that included some of the heaviest snowfall in recent times and relatively mild temperatures. Yup -15 is relatively mild when compared to -35 which we had earlier this week which was reported as relatively cold when compared with the wind chill of -42 which was relatively cold enough to melt your face off.

Even the poles shiver.

Anyway the “la nina” weather patterns continued to provide amazing snow conditions for the west coast mountains of Canada. Whistler reported 184cm in a week: http://www.whistlerblackcomb.com/photo/index.htm. For us over the other side of the rocky mountains, it still meant 40 odd cm of fresh white fluffy snow without a hint of moisture in 1 week. It also meant temperatures, bar one Saturday which threatened to freeze Jesse’s nose off, have been more than comfortable enough to snowboard in.

Jesse with a warmed up nose

Most weekends the crowds have been thick but the lift lines have been moving steadily. Unfortunately Sunshine village decided to sack 88 years worth of ski patrol, people that help make the slopes safe for us to ski on, experience in one day due to the owners son being caught in an avalanche area and being escorted out of it by ski patrol. Enough of my rant but read more here: http://www.facebook.com/SupportSkiPatrol

Looking at the continental lift

Looking down a track to the village.

Looking up at the strawberry lift.

The snow has been brilliant, we’ve covered most of Sunshine Village and have a favorite areas to ski. Sunshine has superb snow very dry and powdery. It’s spans two mountains with wide open runs and bowls. A great deal of interesting terrain but very few trees of note. Lake Louise on the other hand has tree runs a plenty. The weekend we were there, it was snowing huskies and snow leopards. The first few runs were epic, no people and knee deep snow, even on the piste. By the afternoon the runs were tracked out and ruts everywhere due to the warmer weather up top, -5, making the snow wet and heavy. Thankfully i purchased a lid, a helmet for the non-shredder dudes, the day before as i hit a rut and cartwheeled onto the back on my head. Just paid for itself!

Anyway enough chat more photos:

Looking back across to Mt Standish and Wawa

Looking across to the province of British Columbia from the continental divide.

Continental Divide

I guess thats why its called Sunshine

Jess at the top

Looking across to the divide to a bowl

Last weekend, 20th February 2011, was a long weekend here in Alberta. We stayed with our friends, yes we have some, Dee and James up in Banff at an awesome bed and breakfast: http://banffavenuebb.com/ Connie and Jamie, the owners and hosts were super friendly and helpful. The breakfasts and hot chocolates are awweeshum! We spent the weekend up at Sunshine and one spectacular sunny afternoon we took a hike around Johnsons Lake. Johnsons lake is just outside of Banff on the way to lake Minnewanka, heeeehehehe. Its a beautiful 1 hour hike around the frozen lake, mostly done on snow shoe (not shoes made of snow but shoes to walk on snow) or cross country ski (i’m not going to bother with this one) but for us the snow was hard enough for us to walk.
About half the way around the lake you can peer through the forest and make out a cabin. The cabin belonged to a hermit who lived there for 27 years by himself, trapping animals (to eat not for friends) and fishing. He occasionally worked on the mines and his one friend dropped in supplies every so often. Unfortunately he became ill and later died in a care home. I imagine dreaming of the lake and his hut.  His pots, pans and traps are all still there and the hut is in a bit of decay but its fairly interesting.

Looking back at a mountain standing on a frozen lake:

Someone with too much time stomped out a Canadian Flag: Oh Canada!

Panorama of the lake:

This weekend the snow is back, a couple of cm scheduled for this evening so we’ll be back up at Sunshine. Fingers crossed for some more fantastic weather.

Hope all is well, wherever you are.
Hutch

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Pichil-emu get it!?!? ha!

It is May 20th 2010 and Jess and I have just taken a 3 hour ride aboard an old bus from Santiago through the Chilean countryside to the fishing village of Pichilemu….

There is something unsettling about the very earth you stand upon shaking! A sort of uneasy fear knowing there’s little you can do other than stand in awe of the great force of nature. The first few times we felt the tremors I convinced Jess someone was just doing some earth moving with a dump truck, I was 50% right.

Pichilemu after the quakes:

Yup the Concepcion, 50km south, earthquakes still cause small daily tremors in Pichilemu. The people are busy rebuilding homes and places destroyed by the second 7.2 earthquake or the tsunami that followed. Even with all the destruction, Pichilemu is an amazingly special place. It has an aura of relaxation, a place where time doesn’t matter unless it’s breakfast time, time to go surfing, time for bed, time for a beer etc etc.

It’s not a modern or pretty town by any means. Perched on a high peninsula stretching out into the Pacific wrapping itself into a long bay and a small river. It is very picturesque yet most roads are dirt, the curb-side is lined with rubbish, houses are in need of repair and a smell of dog shit fills the air due to the high number of the roaming dog population. The public areas are nice, neat, well groomed and have mass potential. But if it ever made good on that potential it would lose its charm.

View from Beauna Vista Cabanas over Pichilemu

View of la puntilla on a flat day

Arriving in low season has the advantage of really getting your feet wet with the local culture and people. It’s easier to bite through the tourist crust of a town and get to the gooey goodness inside. Like the friendly family man selling dulce de lecce(caramel) filled buns in a cart outside the local and only supermarket every night. He chatted to us in broken English and fluent Spanish then ordered us a taxi home each night. We never really understood what he said but he knew us, said Ola(Hello), smiled, introduced his children and helped us on our way.

Just out taking my Llama fo a walk

It also has its low points, such as arriving at the surf hostel only to have no staff, no reception, no water and no guests. Just dumped there with a key by the caretaker. You spill out onto the streets to find the restaurants closed, shops closed and holiday homes locked up. “We will stay the night then leave” you say to each other.
The only other inhabitants this day were pelicans:

Cabana Puntilla

During the day our routine would involve a long slow breakfast of scrambled eggs on toast, corn flakes, a coffee and listening to the nightlife with Tony Delroy.

The daily grind

You can take the man out of the computer but you cant take the computer out of the man:

When the quiz was done we’d get ready for the afternoon. I’d walk Jesse to her Spanish school and whilst Jesse advanced her Spanish, with her fantastic teacher Connie, I strolled up the point along the shore to a local surf shack. The shack was run by a stocky bloke Rodriguez who also ran most of the towns home building so business was booming for him. Rodriguez would have laid out ready for me a new Billabong wetsuit (the only one they had for anyone over 5’6), booties and a 6’6 quad-fin fish every day. Most of the time they were working on the building sites so I’d just pick it up and pay him whenever I felt like it, it was that sort of place.

I’d then walk the rest of the way up the point to where you paddled out behind the protection of the seaweed covered rocks. This was the break I surfed the most as it was a 10minute walk from the cabanas right in front of town called La Puntilla. The break is capable of producing 800m rides on the right day and most day’s I spent the first few hours of the afternoon surfing La Puntilla with just me, a couple of others and the seals and the penguins popping up to see what these odd creatures were doing in their backyard.

La Puntilla

On average the waves never dropped below head high making nice 50-75 metre lefts, occasionally there’d be days with a fresh swell travelling up the coast producing waves in the double over head region. These new swells would make rides over 150-200m possible and you’d be too tired after 2 waves to paddle all the way back out. Too quote Endless Summer II “As a surfer, you’re stoked! No one’s out!”
I’d spend a few hours sharing the waves with a few others calling them into waves, having them call me in, them talking to me in Spanish and me replying in English. No one knew what the other was saying only that watching countless lefts peel through unridden was pure joy.

5 o’clock would roll by, you knew it was 5pm because all the local workers would start paddling out. I’d tell them that they missed it, the tide changed and it was better earlier. They’d just laugh then hoot as they took the next wave. Most of the hoots and yeee haaawws came from a bloke named Mitch. A Christian missionary from the good ole US of A who has been here for 22 years. He’s now fixing up his gym and pool as well as rebuilding people’s homes that were lost in the tsunami or earthquakes. On top of all that do-gooding he was judge of the Big Wave Competition being held at Punta Del Lobos. He explained that he wanted to get all the competing surfers to come and help build a house. He’d then shoot a documentary on the process and the family. He asked me to help but unfortunately I don’t think he managed to get this organised.

Quicksilver Big Wave Competition

The crowd:

Punta Del Lobos was another amazing place to surf, 1 of 3 within 5 minutes drive of each other. Lobos is the most famous break but not the best, I’ll keep that one quiet, it’s power is hard to get used to. Even on a small head high day thanks to how deep the break is the waves push you along at a fair rate before barrelling over an inside section and continuing their path wrapping around the point.
It’s an intimidating place at first, the paddle out, the currents, the power and the size of the waves all make it a challenging spot to surf. The first time I arrived at Lobos I had no idea how to get out to the break besides a good 1km paddle from the beach. Luckily a friendly French guy, he spent time overseas to be de-frenched, took pity and explained the paddle out.
“First you climb down the cliff over here” running over and pointing down the 30ft goat trail to the bottom.
“Then you get up on that rock platform, be careful not to get swept off so time it well. Then after a wave has come through you jump and paddle like a mad man to the big nipples before the next wave comes else you’ll end up on the rocks.”
“Nipples?” I questioned.
“Yes those two big rocks with the bird shit on them they look like two big tits.”
“Ok” I said.
“So once your there you’ve done the hard part, walk around the back and wait in between sets and paddle like a mad man into the channel.”
His instructions were spot on and after making it down the goat track, across the channel and off the tits I understood exactly why he mentioned “mad man” so many times.

Aforementioned nipples with me ducking behind them:

Punta Del Lobos

Ripping the curl

Cut back

X2

Setting up…

The day before the first time we left Pichilemu we sat on the rocky cliff and watched the mad men perform an intrinsic dance across the face of watery mountains. 15-20ft+ waves broke in front of the sharp rocks. The surfers riding big guns rode the drop and out in the channel to the cheers of the crowd. Those unfortunate to come unstuck got pounded by the surf, 2-3 waves in a row and were swept across the rocks too be picked up by a jet ski zooming to their rescue.

Pichilemu was one of the best places we discovered on our trip around South America. It’s chilled out vibe, friendly people and unforgettably great waves were so good after we left the first time we travelled all the way back from northern Argentina just to surf, learn Spanish and sit in our cabana sipping red wine.

Hutch

P.S Dont go there you’ll hate it.

P.P.S For those who didnt see the video i whacked together on the Big Wave Comp:

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So bit of catch up we’ve been out to Sunshine about 7 times since the season begun and every weekend since Christmas. The winter really kicked into gear last weekend where we undertook a massive journey for my work’s winter party up in Marmot Basin in the Jasper National Park. The area received 40cm in under three days meaning this normally 4 hour drive on glacier parkway was closed and the only way through was a small 8.5 hour detour in blizzard conditions via Edmonton into Jasper.

The drive was hair raising to say the least and akin to driving with a serious case of conjunctivitis. The amount of semi-trailers and cars that caught a edge of snow and veered into the ditch was too hard to count, beyond fingers and toes. But Putters, old Ford Focus, pulled us through the flurries of snow and kicked up dust from the trucks safely in Jasper.
The next morning -20 in the town, up the road to Marmot -3, fresh powder and sunshine. In reverse to the expected, the temperature actually rose as you climbed higher in altitude. A glorious day, locals calling in the best day in 10 years, the snow was knee deep in some tree sections. The front side through the boundary rope was an awesome ride through glades covered in snow, off or around a cliff then ducking through the trees and cliff faces back into the ski area.
The run of the day was left to the afternoon spent up at Knob Hill. Knob only opened after the ski patrollers had declared it safe, it seems most of the mountain heard about this as people flocked to the chairlift. We dropped off the backside, typically avoided due to a large flat spot but due to the crowds chopping up the front section it was untouched. We made first tracks cutting through knee deep powder like a knife through hot butter. The snow just gives away like frozen water crystals formed in a hexagonal shape. Needless to say everyone had a fantastic day!

To get a general feeling of what it was like check out this video i found on YouTube taken a day or so before we were there:

This week the snow has continued up at Sunshine, not as much and perhaps not as fluffy but winter has finally begun.

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