Cerro Castor

Now I am fairly sure JJ told me Cerro Castor meant river hill, I am also sure he told me that Castor meant Beaver and that Cerro Castor was named after a French sailor who came here stayed and became the postman treking to Rio Grande and back......his favourite phrase...too much information!!!

Anyway Cerro Castor is the name of the snow resort here, opened about 15years ago about 25 runs 4 chair lifts and 3 pommels, hate pommel lifts on the snowboard in fact on skies I am pretty good at wiping out on them too!

When you don't do something very often the older you get I swear it feels like you have gone more backwards each time.
Usual comedy ensues of trying to get off the chair lift.  It's a steep one I hate steep ones.....
So I am back to my version of snowboarding one run then a hot chocolate,  maybe another run and a nap in a deck chair in the sun. Expensive way to do it

Anyway so far I have fallen off two ski lifts, fallen over just before the chair arrived twice and the lovely men have picked me up, no doubt chuckling inside and put me on the chair, the perks of being small.  It's like my body wants to sit or lie down as I then proceeded to go down one slope face into the snow thinking I definitely don't have the right clothing on! This is all part of learning right?
If you are not winning you are learning!
Or just trying not to knock yourself out and break a few limbs along the way.
A stop for lunch and I find myself surrounded by lycra clad downhill skiers from France, Austria, Argentina and Italy. Fitting right in with my hat and snowboard!

So I felt it only appropriate that once the pretenders had finished on the downhill slopes and us real pros get to go on that I should definitely take my amazing talents down that course, it looked pretty flat from the chair!!!

I rewarded myself with a cookie the size of my head and then headed off to find my white van/bus that picked me up this morning. They appear to have now multiplied by 100 (may as well be a million) and everyone seems to be walking round in circles. Well eventually I got aboard a much bigger yellow bus and hoped, to be fair its not like they can go anywhere else but Ushuaia.

Now completely broken, and lucky I don't have roomies still as just took my snowboards boots off (Nike retro, glow in the dark adn lace up) and they nearly knocked me out.
No way I won't sleep well tonight from a purely broken body or intoxicated on my boot fumes!

Date night tomorrow, yes I am dreading, no dragging it out (some typos you have keep) mwah ha ha ha.
No I would be lying if I was to say I had actually followed up JJs offer,  after whatever I ate made me best friends with the toilet for the night and morning.  Inspite of that I am neither brave enough or bold enough to follow up and talk about beavers again,  though past history may counter that.
Disappointment strikes the readers hard...... you may now close the blog and return to normality


I have to say I am going to credit my new hat with all the interesting people I have talking to me. I mean why wouldn't you approach this..... good job winter is coming in the UK!

While wondering if I will ever be hydrated again and realizing why people wear goggles skiing, complete white out for my secomd day with a fair bit of snow falling and after twice not being quite sure wear the slope was,  once my sunglass lens freezing over promptly followed by a little lie down and slide and having to empty my clothes of snow. I decided to quit while I was technically ahead,  no fails on the chair lifts today!
If there is one thing that this sport has made me feel today is old. That and the small people asking me how old I am and why I am alone.  Alone I don't know what they mean.

And that my lovely people actually brings you right up to date with me right here right now still in the 'Uttermost end of the Earth'