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Please, Please Snow
August 14, 2009Posted by on
Over the past two weeks I think I’ve single handily doubled the amounts of hits thatsnow-forecast.com usually receives. I’ve been looking for that ray of hope, that excitement that a “heavy snow” prediction can create. After two weeks in South America I finally saw that ray—a storm that was poised to dump upwards of one meter of snow on La Parva, Chile. A number of different pre-storm rituals were discussed between the Americans, French, and Chileans in our group. We all agreed on one thing: The only way to ensure a big storm is to have a large party the night before. Led by two French brothers who will remain nameless, we headed into La Parva, a town that has two bars and one disco, and did our best to guarantee the forecasted storm would hit, and hit hard.
As expected, it worked like a charm. In fact, the French tried so hard they were unable to get to the mountain the next day. Ah, the French, so selfless. As for the gringos and the Chileans, we were treated to an all-time storm day. By the end of the day a meter of blower had fallen to satisfy our mid-summer powder thirst. The following day was one I’ll remember for the rest of my life: over a meter of snow and bluebird, cold, and still. I cursed myself all day for not paying more attention in my high school Spanish class. Despite three years of studying the language, “bueno” seemed to be the only word I could muster up for the lifties. Although, I think our ear-to-ear smiles and snow-drenched outfits needed no translation.
The north wind is once again beginning to howl at La Parva, which, as the locals have told us, is a good thing. It was a bit thin before the previous storm, but with another meter of snow, things will really start to go off in the southern hemisphere. And, lucky for us, the French are beginning to drink Pisco Sours again, so hopefully they’ll ensure that once again we’ll have a meter of fresh to ourselves in the morning. —Griffin Post