It was an odd sort of morning. Early on the cloud was clinging to the mountain tenaciously and the guide dog with good local knowledge I mentioned a couple of times last season would have found employment easily at the top of the cable car.
I was under time pressure, as often on a Sunday and I made my way to the Gummi lift fairly quickly. Or to be more precise, I set off in that direction early, but it took a while to find the lift. It was a case of just heading downwards, following piste markers and eventually blundering into the lift. I missed completely the traverse above Gummi which comes out near the end of Gummi Nord, part of the original plan. Further down, however, the piste is closed so it wasn’t easy to head off towards Grindelwald in error.
Quite suddenly though, the weather began to clear and by the time I reached Wixi, the sun was making more than a token effort. I enjoyed a few runs on Wixi, which was all but deserted.
It was time to go sadly. For the first time in three weeks, I have burst the bubble and headed down the mountain to Lauterbrunnen. This post comes from the train to Zurich airport. Three weeks? It seems like an eternity, but in a good way.
A shortish ski brought 5,435 vertical metres in 12 lift rides and 28 kilometres travelled.
Idle thoughts from a mountain 