After an early morning at club Pacha everyone rolled out of bed around 11 and by 1:00 in the afternoon we were packed in the Isuzu Rodeeeoo, drinking mate and passing lakes with mountains in them and mountains with lakes in them. Although everyone was unanimously happy to not be skiing that day, the mountains and their vast display of unbeaten paths one could choose to descend them (also known as lines to those of you who don't ski much and are for some odd reason reading this article) jolted us with waves of excitement that came from realizing what fun may lie ahead in this huge playground called the Andes.










Also, this is a road trip and what else comes with a road trip than comraderie, shared experiences, obstacles that must be overcome, friendship, group dynamics, and synergy...jeeeez didn't you see the movie Roadtrip...what, you don't have Tivo, netflix, or blockbuster? Where do you live?.....Argentina at the moment, dude, yeahaah, who needs TV.

A feeling that can only come from not watching TV... and...the realization of potentially future exploratory missions in the search for unique features and the feeling of self empowerment and pure fun that comes from floating through quality snow and relying on your senses, abilities, boards, and extreme physical prowess to explore wild mountainous terrain while having extremely large amounts of fun...breathe, breathe, was shared by all who sat inside the Rodeeeoo. Another bunch of minutes of driving on pavement surrounded by very mountainous mountains and we decided to check out a cool waterfall that was hidden up in the trees and rock outcroppings, given away only by the thankfully empty tourist attractions waiting at the intersection of pavement and greenery. We had the waterfall all to ourselves. Sweet.










Some interestingly good Biggie Smalls and Frank Sinatra mixed tracks later, along with more mountains and we arrived in hippie town, also known as Bolson. The town sits on the flat bottom of a U-shaped glacier valley, meaning the mountains rise up on all sides providing the best backdrop to a futbol field I've ever seen. It was sunday, after all, so the first sight we drove upon was the weekly futbol match in the field at the edge of town. Appetites came full force after catching so much action from our 30 second drive by of the futbol match. A simply exquisite lunch at the first parilla in sight quenched the hunger and consisted of lomito completo's, a super rare delicacy here in Argentina found basically everywhere (steak sandwich) along with some cerveza and the best ice cream in the world. Ice cream is soooo good in Argentina, its just simply amazing.






Next was the small street market in the center of Bolson. After meandering around the market...no hippies there, haha...we realized how inconspicuous we were, a Japanese kid with white sunglasses, three Americans, and.....just check out the photo. After checking out some more hippies and watching a bum conveniently for her, relieve herself of...aah...stuff in the middle of a hedge, in the middle of a park, right next to the main street, right in front of the Rodeeeoo, there was no other option than to roll down the passenger side window and take a photo as she peeked her head up to see if anyone was looking. After a few incromphensable swearing mumbles later from the bum and some serious laughter, we embarked upon an exploratory mission to see some more of the town.










The edge of town, away from the few yet present tourist traps, seemed the most interesting with houses built sort of log cabin style along with colorful yet slightly dilapidated store fronts and other building type places. The sun was sitting lower and lower in the sky at this point so off we flew over more pavement and mountainous mountains to make a stop by a lake for the sunset and some more mate. And so was the trip to Bolson...gosh, what a perfect ending to a story, with the sun setting and friends and everything. Oh jeez, I can feel the nostalgia creeping up, I better stop writing before I shed a tear. Ahaah