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Las Lenas, Mendoza, Argentina - Arriving to LL to find nearly a meter and a half of new snow was amazing, breaking trail to the base of Cerro Azufre the next day was exhausting but well worth it to be the first to ski in el valle this year.

San Rafael,  Argentina  - 10  days after leaving England, I am finally making my way  to LL. Snow is on the way, twenty in the forecast for the weekend, then looks like another storm behind it.  The rumor is that the lifts will start spinning on the 20th. Ive been travelling a bit, crossing the pass near Villavincencio, descending to Uspallata and camping on the outskirts of town before returning to Mendoza. Seeing friends, a day trip hiking near Piedras Blancas, and rock climbing trip to Cachaueta rounded the experience in MDZ out.

Santiago, Chile - Amid the blurr - crossing the Andes again tomorrow,

Sao Paulo, Brazil - After being stuck at Heathrow for 24 hours after a delayed flight from Geneva I’m finally on route to Santiago. It looks like snow is in the forecast for late this week and well I guess I have accepted that the endless winter is, after 9 years not yet over.

Looking back at a full winter spent in the Alps, and a deep one at that.

Mohammed, Morroco - The air blast from the passing train shakes the window of our car violently, waking me from my day dream of hills of the High Atlas. It has been an amazing trip through this wonderfully culturally rich and geographically intense country. A three week long head long pilgramidge to find the heart of Morroco. Starting in Casablanca and working our way down the Atlantic coast to Essouria and then through a series of little beach towns to Sidi Ifni. From there we traversed the backbone of the Anti Atlas and then the High Atlas numerous times; stopping to climb in Tarfaoute and the Todra Gorges, then following the line of water as it flows from the Atlas both to the Sahra back to Casa again.
From Casa we are now headed to Rabat, some 100 km from the pirate town, inshallah (hopefully) to catch some more waves.
Later - after wading through the throngs of people filling the Rabat medina this afternoon, I am taken back to the lush, water filled gorges of the Dades, the memory of wading through the cool water towards the red rock in the distance buring in the Saharan sun is too burned into my memory. Somehow westerners here seem to be taking a glimpse of the past while the Morrocans here are certainly looking toward the future.