Long gone are the lazy days of swatting horseflies and
drinking beer in an Adirondack chair. The call of snow-covered peaks is loud and clear.
A couple of cracked out travel days through a country where
gestures and broken inglés are the only form of communication, and somehow I found the correct apartment in Las Leñas.
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| Las Le?as...close enough |
It was a classic hit the ground running approach to going
skiing again. Weather was good and there was a new backyard to explore. Muscles
that hadn’t been used since Alaska grew tired quickly and said “no”, but the
brain, wide awake with a fresh taste of adrenaline, said “more”.
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| A rare inversion in the valley |
Long days in the cold were melted away with an old wine
barrel hot tub and sauna sessions passing beer amongst people that understood
the universal language of a good day in the mountains. The all too familiar raspy asthmatic cough has returned. With it, the great feeling of being back at it.
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