Como Esta Bitches

We made it to Portillo and the Made N's snow making capabilities work south of the equator as well. The travel went smoothly until we got to the bottom of the road with thirty switchbacks. It was closed due to white out conditions. Fuck The Sun! This almost made a long day longer. Fortunately our driver, who was just kicked out of Chile's top gun program, was hell bent on on getting us there, without chains, as fast as possible, in a rear wheel drive Mercedes bus. When the Chilean Army opened the road, we were third in line. Soon we were breaking trail. Maverick had to finally put chains on around turn 27, causing a trafic jam lasting the rest of the afternoon, and reclosing the road. It took us almost an hour to do the final three switchback which were only about one mile. Both lanes were full of ginormous semi's fishtailing on every turn. Maverick rode the center line. We made it to Hotel Portillo for lunch and an afternoon of white out POW! FTS baby!

Sunday, or Big Domingo, as the staff are now calling it, was uber sweet. It was tough to get our mind set out of the crack frenzy which ussually accompanies a powder morning, but we skied fresh until we could no longer stand. Pics will come, we are just waiting for some good light, and a reason to slow down. FTS!

They are expecting a meter of snow on Tuesday!

Shane McConkey is here!