In times like these, in which man dominates nature so heavily, untouchedness, wilderness and loneliness are more and more rare. Thus the true values of freeriding also vanish. In times like these, real adventures threaten to be replaced by virtual experiences in front of computer- and TV-displays. But they still exist - the magical places. Winter landscapes of such extraordinary beauty and seclusion, which seemed to be lost. Places that show us what we have lost in the presence of civilization and consumption. A place with this extraordinary charm is the village of Bakhmaro in Georgia. Well hidden at 2,000 meters altitude in the small Caucasus. A village, which due to its inaccessibility rests every year in the deepest winter sleep. Due to a 15 kilometer long pass road and the lack of heavy machinery and snowblowers, this road can not be cleared of snow from October to May. And that in the midst of a region blessed by snowfalls of incredible proportions.
A treeskiing dream and powder therapy at the same time for every real freeride addict. Backcountry-skiing without any competitors. Lonely lines and runs, which you can enjoy stress-free and which are snowed nearly daily by new snowfalls. Basis for this experience are the following things: a pistenbully or motors sleds with which climbing the pass road is possible, a rustic wooden hut, which can be inhabited in the seclusion of the village, a few tons of wood, to keep fires in the cast-iron stoves in the house burning, the help of local people, with which you get food, water and diesel from the valley to the remote mountain village and a big portion of adventure spirit. If you cross the gate to this winter paradise in the Lesser Caucasus, you return to originality, simplicity, freedom and true beauty. Our plan was to stay one week, finally it ended in four weeks. Thank you Bakhmaro. You have awakened us and reduced us to the roots of Freeride. Sleep on now.
Many thanks for the great music to "Moderat" from Berlin and their song "Intruder"