Standing at 12,500 feet in the Andes Mountains in Chile, staring down a steep narrow rocky chute, I was thinking to myself, "What a perfect summer." This August included, I've been skiing in South America since 1989 and I have never been sorry to leave the beach behind.
It's not the heat of the summer that drives me to the southern hemisphere nor is it a burning desire to relive the chill of a howling winter wind. Rather, this yearly pilgrimage has been more about the experiencing the look on the faces of my clients, who come to Chile with me. There is a certain magic that happens somewhere between South American hospitality at a middle-of-nowhere resort and being stranded at 10,000 feet in a driving snow storm.
Check out this video from the past week's skiing adventures:
Sure I love to ski, but this trip is more about the overall experience of the people, the place, and the time of year. This year has been extra special because I was joined by some long-time friends of mine: Jeff, Kate and I all ski raced at Babson College back in the '80s, so sharing memories from back in the day and catching up on family life now has been a blast.
Listen to the mid-summer's ski report on Edging the Xtreme on RadioBDC:
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