Personal log of a novice backcountry skier in his backyard
After a quiet night by the river and the fire station in Esterri d’Àneu we get up to a gloomy and rainy day. The mountains are hardly visible and the weather is supposed to get worse as the day advances. No skiing. I decide to check the next valley East, Vall del Tavascan, and the little village that gives it the name: Tavascan. After a 40 minute drive we arrive at this beautiful mountain village, with old Pyrenees style houses and bridge. The weather is of the 4-seasons-in-a-day kind and we walk to another village up the mountain: Aineto. We also drive towards the Tavascan mountain resort (although I know it’s closed) but after a few kms the road gets very narrow and I decide to do a u-turn before I get into trouble if another car comes in the opposite direction.
I enjoy an excellent menu lunch at the Marxant Hotel in Tavascan, with HUGE portions: trinxat, pig’s cheeks and a organic yoghurt made in a nearby farm. It’s raining harder and harder so we drive back to our shelter in Esterri. Later in the evening it clears out and we enjoy a beautiful walk along the river where Buffy, the oh-so-brave-dog, gets the fright of her life when a bruna (local breed of mountain cows) sticks her head over a wall and moooos at her from behind. So much fun!!
The weather is supposed to be very nice tomorrow morning (before another front hits in the afternoon), so… tomorrow we ski!