Sometimes I wonder how I got here in the first place. I guess it's simple.

If you look for it, you'll find it. But it's important to know what you're looking for. And there's a way to get there. So I set out on a journey. And that journey took me to the Pyrenees. And I am firmly convinced that my journey to the mountains was the right one.

I know, Spain and mountains don't go together for most people. The opposite is true and a surprise to many.

Tavascan, I am where I live. If you'd like to see a rather unique place and are heading from the Czech Republic, it's probably best to get on an airplane that drops you off a short distance from the beach at Barcelona-Hell Prat airport.
Obviously, Barcelona = skateboarding, so if you have a skateboard in your boardbag, you can ride the city downhill to the beach with virtually no pushing and check out some psychedelic sights from Gaudi, tapas, chicas and all that fun stuff along the way.
There's a taxi service to the mountains, so the MB Vito will spit you out in the foothills of the Pyrenees in just under 4 hours and I think 40 Euros. You have to continue on to the end of the Vall de Cardós valley. The road offers quite interesting scenery and usually transports you back half a century and, with a little imagination, several centuries. At the end of the valley is the village of Tavascan. This is the last one, the one at the very end, from which its name is also derived.

You have to drive through the village to where the asphalt seemingly ends. Take a sharp left and start climbing up the road, which twists and turns over steep cliffs and after five minutes of driving you feel that it leads nowhere, let alone to the ski area. Keep going. In 10 minutes you'll blast your way past a seemingly deserted village, ideally covered in snow.
It's not abandoned because I live there. The end of the world seems at hand. Continue up the serpentine path to where the road ends. The campus parking lot. There you are, at the end of the world. Over the hill into France, next valley to Andorra. And the other Vall de Aran with the biggest ski area in Spain: Baqueira-Beret which I call the Spindle, just a circus (160km of slopes).
While you're practically alone on a park high in the mountains. There's not much here, maybe a few cars, but once you look back and see the hills, it's like you've been slapped in the face. You'll probably be staring at a single chairlift that runs through some pretty punk terrain, but which impresses you with its variety of freeride terrain.
The rope turns at 2250m above sea level whereas you're just 1750m.
Above the park is the only cottage in which you will find all the facilities of the area, i.e. a shelter with a restaurant, material rental. In the stone booth next door you can buy a ticket to ride. One ride "approach" 5 bucks. Daily 20 bucks.
If you're new here, don't hesitate to ask anyone. Probably the lift guys or ski patrol. After all, you won't meet many others here. Feel free to refer them to me. They'll already be able to advise you.
Chances are, at the end of the day you'll sit down with everyone at the same table anyway, have cervesas, porros and you'll be friends with everyone. The next day, you go off-site with the gang and that's where the fun begins.
To be honest, I don't really feel like writing about it. Be who you are and be where you live.
An email from one creep behind the camera writing to another... And the message could be summed up as "look dude, what's going on here and come watch it too" is perhaps more interesting.
Don't you think?
Just leave it as it is and don't make anything up. Whoever likes it, let them read it...
It's just that if you want to live in the mountains, nobody really cares that you're sliding on a board somewhere in the hills for 4 months of the year.
People have to feed the cows in the winter and in the summer the sheep run over the hill to France and there a bear baffles them and they drop it off a cliff - big time! Youknow... trouble.
Of course, it can degenerate into describing how we build shepherds' huts on the sly, how you can chop on a scooter in a closed area, that you can fly a heli over the hill, or how Spanish women wear socks over their shoes and their leggings...
- Míra Kube - 
02 septembre, 2021 — Jara Sijka