Goodbye preterito imperfect and indefinite, we’re off to see the snow! Santiago is sort of like South America’s Canberra – it’s an hour from the sea and an hour from the ski slopes. We've been to the beach, now it's off to the wet, cold, white stuff....
After an hour long drive up the mountain to the Tres Valles, following a twisting, turning road with hairpin bends that turned us inside out, we arrived at Farrellones, the highest ski point in the Andes at about 3,400m.The Blue Hats have never really seen snow.Here we are in our late 50s and we’ve seen slush on the footpath, and snow topped mountains from the distance and litte bits of snow here and there, but we’ve never seen great acreages of pristine blueish whiteness.
Someone should have told me that it’s cold in the snow.I was sooooo cold.I had just worn my normal day clothes as we’d left the school following a small presentation of certificates (and lots of tears).
Somehow it didn’t sink in that we were going to SNOW!
It really sank in when I sank in.
Despite the fact that my teeth were chattering we had eschewed sitting in the warm bar and wandered off explore the slopes.
Phil asked me to take a step so she could take a picture.
I took a step backward while she framed up the shot and next minute I was up to my thigh in snow!
There was snow down my boots, and my hands were frozen from having to place them on the snow to haul myself out! But it wasn’t all one way in the freezing stakes, Phil froze her hands trying to make a snowman.
Needless to say it didn’t get finished!
Did I say we really like snow? It’s quite magical.
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