The first time I was in Las Lenas the Marte lift had a little bit of a problem and did not open in the 10 days that I was there. Since I had left, the lift opened and everyone that stay in Las Lenas said it lived up to its expectations. Once I herd that, I knew that I could not go back to North America and let this lift haunt me all winter, I needed to get in on it.
No latter than two days of waiting in las Lenas it started to snow and it was all lining up perfectly. We checked the weather and read it was going to be clear the next day. We went to bed with our fingers crossed and woke up to a beautiful blue bird day. It had snowed about a foot and it was just enough to make it perfect. Tim leaded the way and took me to all the sweetest spots off the lift (hence the reason why he is still God). We skied all over the place including what was closed underneath the lift. After getting yelled at in Spanish (which we both didn't understand a word of) and loosing the Asada we had the night before, we decided that that was enough. We went back to Tim's condo and sat in silents enjoying the satisfaction of the day. After getting a day on the Marte it was now time for me to head back to the states and get ready for the Northern season that is ahead. And of course to play Bocce Ball Oct. 11th with the High Fives Foundation.
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