Reports from Lou indicate he’s still attempting to find ski touring in southern Chile, despite an overall rather moist and windy weather pattern. But he did have to skip one day on the slopes. While he was rather vague about what really happened, my detective work indicates he really did leave his skis, boots and poles at the Chil-in hostel in Las Trancas, and drive four hours before he realized his bonehead move.
“I threw in the ski bag,” he said, “And am so in the habit of that big hulk holding everything, I forgot about the stuff in the ski room.” Lou may have been addled by mate’ or something equally as Chilean. In any case, he said that our Chilean friend Casey Earle worked the phone and got Gregory at Chil-in to ship the skis via a complex bus route to the small town of Lonquimay, where he said “the bus station is the size of our tool shed at home.” But there were the skis when they said they’d be! Thanks Gregory at Chil-in!”
Recap of WildSnow posts for week 9/01 – 9/5: