A male perspective

It's nearly midnight as I start to write this - we have adapted quite well to Argentine time. 

Cerro Caster turned on a huge range of conditions, from rain and slush at the botton to fresh deep powder at the top.  At first we had clear mild conditions and I spent time playing ski instructor to Murray.  This seemed to go quite well for a while and he progressed quickly to the green runs.  However things got a tad challenging when the mist came in on Murrays first run from the top on what proved to be a red run, rather than the expected blue grade. Finishing the run, it seemed a good idea to stop for a Choripan and vino tinto at the on field sushi bar where we are becoming regulars.

My last run was intended to be a quick blast from top to bottom, but as I ascended the snow got heavier and fluffier.  The run down seemed like it was through 5 cm of fresh untracked powder, although I was definitely on the main piste, skiing between the marker poles which were the only reference points in the white out.  I never saw a soul on the way down, but I did come across two pairs of skis abandoned in the middle of the run.  I suspect their owners had just given up and desided to walk down.

Tomorrow we are expecting moderate snow to sea level, so will probably abandon Cerro Castor for a day and check out the small field within walking distance of this sea side town.

Ross