There’s something about roadtrips.

In the age of airplanes, low cost airlines, speed transfers, online check-ins, speedy boarding and all the paraphernalia we want to get through as quick as possible, roadtrips are apparently something to avoid at all cost. And yet, there is something about packing a car up to the ceiling and heading for a 26-hour drive that is magically appealing.

Living in a country with one single mountain hosting stable snow conditions, long drives to go ride on snow are something I grew accustomed with. Sierra Nevada, 5 hours. Serra da Estrela, 7 hours. Andorra, 12 hours. Maybe it was because I have been surfing for far longer that I am snowboarding, hitting the road to discover waves lost in the SW coast of Portugal got me (and every surfer, I suppose) started into this thing of enjoying the drive and the search for the perfect conditions, sometimes more than the riding itself. So this was the framework for The Perfect Winter travel plan, only now extending the journey time into the eye-popping 26 hours of road ahead.

The journey through Spain is straightforward. The highways are almost all toll free, and the roads are well maintained. The Pyrenees crossing will be done on the South end, always next to the Mediterranean, and then into the ‘Le Med’ side of France. Here it starts to get costly: the crossing of France into Switzerland will cost around 60€ in tolls. Another option could be to enter the Alps through the South. The cost would be the same, because although the tolls are cheaper, the road tax (vignette) in Switzerland costs around 40€ and that evens out the cost of passing through the north of Italy. But – and this is a big but – the vignette is valid for a whole year, and that means that blitz trips into the Swiss Alps can be put into the equation. And the return is already included.

I’ve never been in the north of Switzerland. Bern, Zurich, St Gallen, these are all places that belong to this imaginary vision of a postcard: green valleys, mountain backdrops and expensive luxury cars passing by. And then my van, spreading some improvised camper magic amidst the dullness of extreme well being:

Entrance into Austria will be through the Voralberg region, in the border next to the Bodensee. This lake separates (or unites?) Switzerland, Germany and Austria in this beautiful part of Europe. And this is where the fun starts. The Voralberg region is riddled with resorts, the most famous of which are Silvretta, and Lech. But again, there are many more that are smaller, quieter and possibly much better to explore. Right after entering the Tirol region, the road actually crosses the St. Anton ski area. This is one of the most famous resorts in Tirol, with over 350km of groomed pistes and some impressive 200km of freeride area. Quite a welcome card.

From St Anton to Gerlos there are still 160 km of scenic roads to travel, and last but not the least, there is Innsbruck, capital of Tirol. Rumour has it that this is simply one of the most beautiful cities in… well, everywhere. Built upon the river Inn, the city owes its name to the bridge crossing this river – literally, the ‘bridge over the river Inn’. Circa 120.000 people live there and it is home to a vibrant academic, cultural and touristic life. Something tells me I’ll be spending some time here…

At last, the Ziller valley is just around the corner. If all goes according to plan, it will take 3 days to calmly get from sunny Faro to snowy Gerlos. Nestled in the slopes just above the town of Zell am Ziller, in the village of Gerlosberg, lies my home for the The Perfect Winter.

And this, my friends, is just the beginning.