Matt drops in from the refugio
Matt was on the second train and was soon reunited with his luggage. We had an otherwise uneventful night and barely made the bus for Las Trancas, the village about 10 kilometers from the Termas de Chillàn ski resort.
Truth is stranger than fiction: no sooner had I written an entry on chillin' in Chillàn than we found a great hostel named Chil'in. http://www.chilin.cl/
It's a dog's life at Chil'in
Gregory and his wife have had the hostel for a few years now and the place is exceptional.
The mountain is also exceptional. We arrived a few days after a dump of fresh snow and have been seeking out pockets of powder ever since. The north-facing spects have been turning into beautiful spring corn by midafternoon.
Termas de Chillàn has a huge variety of terrain, with long runs through trees and high alpine bowls. After two days of skiing, Matt and I have barely scratched the surface.
Matt hitching a ride in the back of an army truck
Rose and Adam in the back of a pickup on the way down
Unfortunately, yesterday was my last day of skiing for this trip. The access to the mountain is by hitch-hiking and I need to catch a 3 PM bus, which is a tough pull, so instead I'm just chillin'.
Get it? Ha ha.
What an exceptional trip. I really can't imagine NOT coming back...
Matt, Prior poster boy
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