A few days ago I took the gondola from Holenstein to the top of the hill. When I reached Mannlichen, a black standard poodle emerged from the car ahead. It was in boisterous mood. Maybe it was the yellow snow boots it was wearing. The height of dog fashion I am sure.
The dogs around here have a pretty good time, but they don’t rule the roost quite as they seemed to in Alpe d’Huez on the one trip there made by the Idle Skiers. It was our big new year group who took us – about fourteen people that time I think – and as every year, we found a convenient bar to base our apres ski. The bar in question had a western theme, with the walls painted in a naive version of Monument Valley, as if from a Looney Tunes cartoon. Road runner would have been quite at home.
Also at home were the local Pyrenees mountain dogs. The bar had a swing door and the dogs came in unaccompanied. They didn’t have leads. They might not have had collars. Sometimes the were half a dozen in there, socialising in dog fashion. Then a couple would leave, banging through the door. A few minutes later, some more would arrive. The bar staff seemed untroubled.
Next time you pass a Wengen dog – local or tourist – take a good look; it’s probably having as good a time as you are.
Today started sunny, but that was just to fool us. By mid-morning it was cloudy, a cold wind was blowing and soon after it started snowing heavily. The mountain emptied rapidly.
A breezy, snowy day brought 10,464 vertical metres in 22 lift rides.