Day Uno



So, my bags still aren’t here… But I still made the best of my day. I got to catch up on the bloggin, make an epic snowboard playlist for the iPod, played ping pong for about an hour, made a trip into Bariloche and then my bags finally arrive at 12:30 p.m..

Editing some video to be up on the site soon.

Woke up early to a serious talk about avalanches and and breakfast, everyone is ready to ride, and I am still in the same outfit that I was wearing leaving Laguna Beach.

The trip to town was wonderful, lots of culture, people, traffic, and new experiences. Stepped in to a pizza place with a newfound friend T-Money and had some tasty beverages and the best carmel filled churros of my life. Absolutely amazing. Made it to the supermarket and found that there is no snacks. Nothing to microwave, not much candies, not many chips… You gotta cook here, which I find awesome. But the chip selection did suck. Only ham flavor chips, plain, or queso.

Made it back to the bus and came back to the compound for another amazing dinner, and to wait for my bags.

My bags finally come, so STOKED, I get to ride tomorrow! Woo Hoo! Ha.

Looking forward to the new mountain. Not knowing what really to expect, other than a good time.

Traveling in Argentina




So I land and make it through customs and then on to baggage claim… Big surprise, it’s always something. My bags are nowhere to be seen. So I go to the counter and get it all figured out and move on to where I meet up with the guys from SASS!

I meet them and I finally have the feeling of making it, even though my bags didn’t. Then we get on the bus to embark on a tour of the city. Argentina is a country of beautiful people and very diverse poverty levels. Driving along the highway I could see the buildings that seemed almost “project” like. But we got off the bus in a very nice newly developed part of town and I saw two sights I did not expect…. A T.G.I. Fridays and a hooters! HA. But we walked across an amazing bridge that actually separates into 3 pieces and the middle moves to another part of this river so boats can move through. Pretty impressive.

This is just a small part of a river that we were shown that is so wide that I can’t see the other side of it. Apparently this is the port as well where Argentina receives most of its imports.

the bus then took us to get our first Argentinean meal. We all had steak sandwiches and the meat here is completely unreal. Wonderful food, its cheap and great service. It’s tough to describe the meat, it had no seasoning on it and was still the most exquisite meat I have had. Anyway, we got to the domestic airport and all flew to San Carlos de Bariloche, Argentina.

We arrive in Bariloche and are met by more SASS members and climb on the bus for the end of my travels. We drive through Bariloche which is a city of about 120,000-130,000 people and seems like it is an amazing town. Too excited to notice my surroundings we arrive at the SASS compound. Greeted by many repeat campers and coaches we get our living arrangements and move in. Im in one of the apartment style places with 5 other guys. Nice place, they use skeleton keys here, for real. ha.

Came back in for dinner, Steak and salad and vegetables and helado. I used “and” because it was a full course of each. Apre dinner we all gathered around for the orientation rules and regulations. The kids were shoed off to bed, the bar here on campus opened. Tasted some of the local flavors and hit the hay last.

Still no sign of my bags. Looks like today will be a day off for me while everyone else gets to go ride. I got a month here, not worried about missing just one day.

I love it here. I may never come home

Travel day part dos


I make it to Denver and catch a nice snack in the airport and make the connection to Washington D.C. with time to spare this time. It has been quite the day of travel already. This is the last short flight that I will take before the big one south.

I land in D.C. with about 30 minutes to be ticketed, checked in, and sitting on my next flight to Buenos Aires, Argentina. I run to guest services and they notice all the changes that had been made to my flight and it wasn’t done correctly. This lady behind the counter really sure had all the time in the world and didn’t understand that I did not.

But, I got my ticket and ran over to my flight and got to the counter to ask the lady to check me in. She was pretty frustrated at the time trying to deal with the unhappy people in standby. She was very short with me and said “Sit down and I will call your name!” Not understanding how she would know my name I took a seat. Precious minutes slide by as I watch all the seats fill up. Then I finally get up and tell the lady straight up ” I’m getting on this plane and you will take my ticket now.”

She was very apologetic for not knowing I had to check in, etc. She printed out my ticket and I ran down the ramp to be the last one on the plane. I check my ticket and it says row 9 seat “h”… I thought it was a seat that was very close to the front and was fairly surprised. Much to my surprise my seat was the last row of United’s Business class!!!!

So I sit down and take in my surroundings. my seat reclines, it lays completely flat, it massages…. I have chargers for all my electronics, my own 24 in tv with on demand everything, video games built in, a down blanket, a toothbrush, a pen, a blindfold, lotion, earplugs, and unlimited service.

Before we even take off, the flight attendants are bringing out drinks and warm nuts in a sliver bowl…. during my back massage…. I could get used to this. We get in the air and I watch Death at a Funeral (which I wouldn’t recommend) and I was served my four course meal. Yes, I am still on an airplane. The meal consisted of a wonderful salad with a vinaigrette, fresh rolls, poached salmon, my chicken I ordered(my compliments to the chef, whoever you may be), horseradish red potatoes w/ asparagus, and cheesecake to finish it off. They helped me select a wine that would compliment my meal best and they had endless drinks for freeeeee. I am into this.

I obviously don’t sleep the entire flight because I am challenged in that area. Watch some movies, eat my breakfast and we arrive in Buenos Aires, Argentina.

Travel day part 1

“Norred… Norred… Is Tucker Norred on the plane?” I hear as I sit down, buckle my seatbelt, and the doors close for the plane. Phew I think as I barely made it to my first flight…..

First thing today I get a phone call from an unknown number so I of course ignore it as to get my full rest needed for my flight… I finally get up and at em’, get a nice stretch in and check the message from this mystery caller. The message says that my flight scheduled for 1:00 is now leaving at 2:45. This is not good for me because i would then miss my connecting flight in Washington Dulles to Buenos Aires. I hop in the shower and my Dad hops on the phone to see what can be done. I thought I had a decent amount of time before leaving but my shower was cut short to hear, “we gotta go!” Apparently my father had found a flight for me that was out of Orange County instead of LAX but it was leaving in just over in hour. so we race to the airport so i can check in and of course we get there right in the nick of time just to get to the counter and have more problems.

Nothing is ever easy.

I check my bags and run to my flight as they are closing the door. Still don’t know if my bags are on this plane, and hope this flight to Denver lands smoothly and i make it to my connection going to Washington Dulles.

“Norred… Norred… Is Tucker Norred on the plane?” I hear with a smile on my face while buckling my seatbelt knowing that I have made it one small step closer to the experience of a lifetime. Not knowing where my bags are or what my next curveball may be, I look forward to what keeps life interesting next.

Welcome

Disclaimer: This is not a blog about why I think my girlfriend hates me. This is not a blog about the new cool indie band that I discovered. This is a blog that will show the diaries of a Sierra Nevada College student and his adventures with South America Snow Sessions in Argentina. So basically, it’s snowboarding, school, skate, babes, and the occasional night time adventure… On repeat. I’m just going to write it as it comes out of my head, no editing, no BS.

Well, the countdown has started for me! and I couldn’t be more excited… Like me in a candy store. 10 days till I take the plane ride from LAX to San Carlos de Bariloche in Argentina. I have spent plenty of time getting my ducks all in a row and running down my checklist of gear that I will need while riding my snowboard in search of going upside down.

It’s my thoughts before I go to bed and my first waking thought along with the taste of morning breath. Everyone keeps asking me if I can speak the language or if I’m preparing myself otherwise. Asking myself today, No, I am not. But I along with a majority of the other SNC students going down south, are hoping to learn from being immersed in this beautiful culture.
For now it’s just skate and wait for my opportunity to inch its way closer. Trying to enjoy time with friends, a visit to the X-Games and the US Open, drinking man sodas at the beach and checking out the epic surf. Yeah, it’s a rough life… But somebody has to do it.
Not really sure to expect out of this trip other than good friends, good times, and the experience of a lifetime!!!
Also not really sure who is gonna read this, but hopefully your good looking. If interested I’m 5′ 5″, a Taurus, and enjoys an intense game of cribbage.
More to come…