Personal log of a novice backcountry skier in his backyard
The Scottish girl is back from her job in Amsterdam and we both feel like going to the mountains this weekend. She wants to go walking and I want to skin my way up. The best choice is San Lorenzo, as there’s too much snow in the Pyrenees for safe walking. We drove here last night and we got up in the van to a very miserable weather: -2ºC, strong winds, low clouds and very little visibility. We take it easy and, after a couple of hours, seeing that the wind is abating I slowly start my way up. The later it got – and the higher I got- the better the weather. I summit in a bit less than 2 hours, take a couple of photos and ski down to meet the Scottish girl at the bar. By then the weather is summer-like and we make plans for afternoon walks in the valley that end up with a lovely pizza (one of the best I’ve ever eaten outside Italy!!) for dinner.