Snow and more Scoping in Slovakia

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That poor Slovak chicken that’s strung up in the corner of our room with its innards scattered all over the Finn’s faces seemed to do the trick – it snowed last night here in Jasna.
Although it didn’t exactly dump, the much needed 10cm ad significant drop in temperature mean that we have a way better chance of coming away with the goods.


Flying Finns.

Due to a prolonged Fussball session last night, in which, I must say, I humbled the poor Finns with some Premier League-standard play, we got up the hill a little later than intended and then had to wait until local shred hound Milan turned up to show us some potential backcountry spots. It was, however, well worth the wait as not only is he a cool guy, the fact that he spends most of the winter (when he’s not studying bank management) outside the resort’s marked area means he knows the BC like the back of his hand – and even in whiteout, it seems. “This is nothing,” he deadpanned. “I’ve been riding round this area when all you could see was the nose of your board.”


Joonas in the mist.

Though the snowfall was welcome, the slush of yesterday had frozen with the temperature drop and the fresh landed straight on top meaning that a) you’d often crank a turn only to be bucked by hitting ice, and b) when we got to steeper areas and turns would result in instant slough. Any more snow and we fear it will be proper sketchy here. But with Milan’s guidance we headed up as high as we could and a break in the clouds revealed the impressive-looking summit of Chopok. There looked to be some lines in there but with the ice patches lurking beneath and visibility south of decent we deffed it for, hopefully, another day and traversed through the thickening fog until the mist lifted and we found ourselves at the top of a fun gulley for some Slovakian face shots of the finest kind.


Checking Chopok

This area Milan led us to looks to have some potential for turns or drops as there’s more snow, so we’re gonna head back in tomorrow when the weather is supposed to be a little clearer. A few more pow turns and we were in the woods for a bit of fun tree-slaloming and we tried some more bits and bobs which didn’t really work out, but you never know till you give it a go, eh?


We go there now…

Another lap and we were just going to start trying something in the rock garden by the gulley when we realised that by the time we’d set anything up the lifts would be closing leaving us stranded on the wrong side of the mountain from our ride, so we made a vow to get back in there first thing tomorrow and head down to see if any jibs on the road down would work with the new snow.


Forest hike.

We found a couple of potentials, but now there’s two days gone and no shots in the bag so tension and a bit of frustration is starting to creep in. Dooooooom. It’s so doomy that Sami is even threatening not to drink a single drop of booze tonight… serious. Though that is actually and surprisingly true, it’s not really that worrysome yet, but if when writing this blog tomorrow we still have no shots then I will be the one slicing my own innards out hoping the self sacrifice will have the same effect that that of the wee beaky one did last night.

Reports of killing it to come tomorrow.

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