morning lightthe drive from the hostel to the mountain was an hour of the most spectacular scenery i have ever seen. sunrise on the way there, sunset on the drive home.
Las Leñas. Before now I had only heard the name in Warren Miller movies, or read it on the helmet of a hard-core looking skiier. I recall hearing my father saying we would go there if we lived in the country... (a Hall family joke, sorry). I don´t actually know what Las Leñas translates too, something about bbq wood, but it is officially crowned the steepest and the deepest snow I´ve ever had the pleasure of schlarping. I was in Mendoza, planning on heading north, when I heard about a winter storm big enough to close the pass to Chile. I
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