Amie Engerbretson here! I am coming to you with a tale of my adventure to the beautiful Andes Mountains of the Patagonia Region in Argentina this past August. It is typical, for someone like me who is addicted to snowy mountains, to begin to feel a certain pull on my heart towards the end of summer. I have soaked up rays, indulged in dirt activities, but my true love, snow, has been absent for quite some time, and I miss it. Luckily for people like myself, winter exists almost all year round if you are willing to look for it. In August, while the heat blazes in the Northern Hemisphere, winter is alive if you head South.
I have never been to Argentina before and stories of the Patagonia region danced in my dreams. It was the opportunity I had waited for when my friend, photographer Adam Clark, gave me the tip that a brand new heli operation was starting up this year and they had some space. We enrolled my outwear partner, Spyder and called up our buddy Connery Lundin and away we went. For me as a professional skier, one of my main goals is to ski new places as much as possible. Patagonia was high on my list and I was psyched (literally) to be heading down there.