After a half dozen or so tollbooth miscommunications whilst following Pashley and Adam’s van (Author’s Note: Pashley’s Spanish skills are about as useful as a knife in a gunfight), we creep into the small town of Las Trancas by nightfall. Rainfall down low equates to high optimism for a powder day on the mountain the following morning.
Weather down here is notoriously fickle. Uncontrollable forces such as gale force winds and fluctuating freezing levels are the ultimate deciding factors of where one ends up. However, that next morning it seemed the mountain Gods were feeling abnormally generous and graced us with sunny skies and cold, fresh snow. Grateful to have my first day back on snow be a chairlift accessed bluebird session, my love for this range grows deeper with each turn.
With a stable high-pressure system in the forecast for the next few days, we load up our backpacks with tents and freeze-dried meals to head out into the field. In order to truly get a grasp of the mountain’s energy, there is no better way to get in tune with the elements than to sleep in the alpine. You get a more solid idea of avalanche stability, when the ideal light hits the faces you intend to ride. Most importantly, you get to ride from sunup to sundown.