Nothing like skiing in August, especially powder skiing!
We met up with Dad and hit the slopes two days. Let me explain why there is limited photographic evidence of this.
Day 1 was a serious storm-skiing day. There weren’t any good opportunities to pull out the camera that wouldn’t have resulted in some very cold and wet hands. We had a few glorious runs in an untouched stash of deep snow late in the day, but because of the storm, it took 2 hrs to get back to town. The public bus wasn’t all that bueno.
Day 2 started off with all the makings of an epic powder day. It had stormed all night but miraculously the sun came out in the morning. We weren’t about to waste time taking pictures until the powder was gone! Those first few runs made the whole trip worthwhile — so awesome.
Chris and dad in the gondola. Anticipating the pow.
Smile, knee-deep.
But by early afternoon the weather had turned south again with heavy snow and rain. That, and a chairlift broke while we were in line creating a major backlog on the other chairs. So we did what we had to: went to the bar.
Careful.
And there’s this one that I wanted to take because of the “Matafuegos” sign. The actual fire-extinguisher was apparently missing.
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