**This post will be in English because my Spanish skills are not advanced enough to include all of the detail that I feel is necessary for this post. **
Skiing in the Andes had been on our minds for a couple of weeks so we decided to book a trip to go this past Friday. Weather-wise, we couldn't have chosen a better day - the sun was shining, the temperature was warm, and the mountains were covered with fresh powder.
We booked our trip with a company known as Chile Extremo because they offered fair rates that included transportation, a ticket to ski at Valle Nevado, and relatively new rental equipment - sounds great, right? Well, not so much.
For starters, the drive was much more than an hour away . . . it ended up taking us nearly three hours to reach our destination and two hours back. To make matters worse, I wasn't even confident that I would live to be able to experience the slopes or make it home alive. Our driver was the most ridiculous, irresponsible, inconsiderate, out-of-control, reckless, nincompoop that I've ever had the disprivilege of riding in a vehicle with.
Above is a screenshot from MapQuest of el Camino Farellones, the road that we had to endure in order to get to Valle Nevado. As you can see, there are several switchbacks - 60 to be exact, and no, it was not cool. The width of the road is wide enough for one car, but somehow drivers magically manage to run two-way traffic while traveling at the speed of light. As far as guard rails go, they're present in some places, but they're not even a foot tall - do you really think that those would save somebody? I'm not convinced.
There were a couple of times I insisted they just drop me off, but they told me I had no place to go. Clearly they didn't understand that I'd rather sit outside of an abandoned store all day than continue to be a passenger on the death express. Our driver tried to calm my nerves by telling me that he had 30 years of experience so he knew what he was doing. . . HA! If he was so bright, then maybe he would have drove at slug speed and put the chains on the wheels (every other car/bus/truck put their chains on because they were smart and because it is the law), but he didn't.
At the half way point of the hellish hike, I suffered a full-blown panic attack when my worst nightmare came true - the bus hit a patch of ice and we started falling backwards down a hill. Needless to say, I ran off of the bus. No, I'm not kidding, I literally ran off of the bus while the ice trucker wanna-be tried to stop the van from falling off of a giant cliff. After this incident, you'd think that he'd at least put the chains on, but no, he didn't.
On a happier note, I lived to tell the story.
Valle Nevado was a beautiful resort, the views from every point were break-taking. While I was at the top of the mountain, I was overwhelmed by the amount of beauty. Of course, I took a lot of pictures, but they don't do this place justice because they didn't capture all of the minor details such as the sparkles throughout the snow, the depth of the mountains, or the perception of how high we were.
The runs were very well kept and the snow couldn't have been more perfect. Even though we went on a Friday, the slopes weren't super crowded which I found surprising. My only complaint about the resort is that their cheeseburgers are awful and extremely over priced - very minor issue though!
Overall, I highly recommend visiting Valle Nevado, but if you're afraid of very narrow icy roads, I highly recommend checking the weather before booking a trip (If there hasn't been much snow in the last few days, the roads will be better), ask your driver to go slow, and take some Xanax!