Turkish Delight

Tom Copsey Tom Copsey


Me pow pow smile.

Pow pow, what else?

Well, it was inevitable that that title would get used somewhere along the way, so best get it done and dusted now, eh?

We woke this morning with the blizzard still raging, but after a spot of breakfast the wind seemed to die off a bit. For some reason we took a shuttle bus to the lift, which turned out to be like 200m away. Not doing that again. And when I say lift, I mean hotel actually. Here in Kartalkaya the ski area is split in two and you can only access each one through its hotel, which is a pretty novel thing for us. It’s also kinda like Riksgransen in that there’s nothing else here apart from 3 big hotels. The temptation to go for a booze and a boogie is not really so much of an option, which could be a good thing…

As we got past the officious ticket checker guy in the Karte Otel, the clouds even lifted a tad and we glimpsed the sun, so we patted ourselves on the back at calling yellow lenses. Looked like Sod’s Law worked again. Our contact from the snowboard school took us for a couple of laps on the t-bar and chair and we got some pow slashes in, though it at first seemed a little baked, and rode down a fun gulley all the while scouting for spots to hit. The resort seems similar to one of our smaller local haunts in Germany, though maybe not quite as extensive, but there seems to be plenty of tree runs to be had, and enough rock bands and jib stuff to get plenty done in the short time we’re here.


Margot doesn’t reall like this, but I ain’t no photographer…

Some of the girls spotted a roof jib they wanted to try on the Karte Otel bar, while me Matt and a couple of the others decided to check out a tree ride. It turned out to be impossible to hit as a rail, but we decided it could work to just jump and jib it, but when we started to build the jump we found the snow there was sooooo light and sugary it was pretty hard to pack down. A bit of Margot’s water did the trick though and a few bonks, shifties and backside 180s went down after the others had showed up as the roof jib was a non-starter.


Turkish powder.

When that spot was dead, Matt, Basa, Tanja and me decided to keep on scouting, and I for one am pretty damned stoked we did even if it was for purely selfish reasons. We cut a little higher near the gulley we’d ridden earlier and ended up in the funnest trees I’ve ridden for a long time. The snow was near perfect, the pitch and the spacing of the trees too, and we could just blast down drawing our own lines in the untracked pow pow. So stoked. Matt asked me if I saw anything to hit. Err, no. Sorry dude.

But on the chair back up we spied a cliff/pillow thing that we thought could work and headed over to check it. It turned out not to be so good, but just beside it was a nice lump of powder for the girls to natural hit. Basa went huge, and when the others arrived some nice straight airs and the odd spin from Margot and Tanja were bagged.


It’s a dance off…

With the spot killed, another short pow blast took us nicely to the bar, where the girls decided to have an impromptu dance off. If I could upload the video I would, though they may kick me savagely in the spuds, and that wouldn’t be so nice.

To finish the day off, Matt spied a little A-Frame hut. When I say little, I mean little: it was not much bigger than Kjersti, but it was pretty fun little session with all the girls and couple of the local guys blunting, airing and disastering the thing. Kjersti and Lisa did a little skit that might find its way into the podcast, which was pretty funny. Watch out Blanchett!


Tanja, while I get frostbite.

So, all in all our first day riding in Turkey was pretty damned epic. I was in no way expecting half the amount of snow that we have here, and another local guy told me it gets like this pretty often. Booya! Right, I’ve written too much again and dinner is calling, then we gonna wander round these hotel complex things that count for the ‘town’ to see if there’s any jib stuff to hit tomorrow. The weather’s supposed to get worse so that might be all we can do. I don’t care right now though. I still got the powder grin on…

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