new york city, New York
January 24, 2003
On the way there, there was evident damage as to where beavers had overrun and had their way with the trees. Cerro Castor is very appropriately named - "Beaver Hill" is the translation.
Upon arrival, there is a small lodge that is in immaculate condition. Apparently, the resort had just been built four years ago. Everything is brand-spanking new. As I waited for my Norwegian friends to get their rentals, I proceeded to buy my lift ticket. Because I was there close to the end of the season, I paid a whopping $12 (USD) for my full-day lift ticket. Definitely a good way to start the day.
It was really cold and cloudy and snowing quite a bit as we headed out, but it was all manageable. The excitement made it all worthwhile. I made a few runs. "Ok, this is getting good", I thought. The snow at the top of the first few runs was really heavy and deep, and a little difficult to get through.
I discovered there was a park, and it turns out there were two tabletops. One fairly large and one fairly small. It was located on a different section of the mountain. As we made our way up to the top, the sun slowly began to peak its head from behind the clouds. Apparently, this is a rarity in the winter time. We eventually got off the lift and I sped down, and I'm not sure what happened, but the next thing I know I'm riding some of the best powder I've ever ridden. I basically have equated it to be my second best powder day EVER, next to the powder I rode in Utah. It was so light and fluffy - champagne at its finest.
So there I was, speeding down the mountain. There was no one to dodge and the park was straight ahead. I hit the two tables and laid it back to the end. When I reached the lift, I couldn't believe it. I was in the southern most city in the world, with the next stop being Antarctica, and I just had one of the most amazing runs ever.
Overall, I found the runs to be really short compared to what I am used to riding in Utah and California. However, the snow, if you're lucky, has the potential to be exquisite. Something everyone should do if they find themselves in that neck of the woods.
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