Snowy days have been few and far between this season. On Monday it rained (admittedly, snowing a little in the evening) and yesterday was like a summer’s day.
Today though turned out to be real winter. It was snowing lightly first thing and cold; it was snowing properly by mid morning. For a while, it seemed as if the day might go like so many others this season, when the wind picked up at lunchtime and Lager and Honegg closed.
The wind went away though and through the afternoon it snowed heavily. Well as heavily as it has managed this winter. All of which was good; things were quiet generally on the mountain and I survived a near miss from an out of control teenager at the Wixi bridge. My fault apparently, for being in his ski line.
Tomorrow promises sun, so best to be out early, before the queues stretch yet again out of the door of the cable car. The business half term week brings is essential for the village, but, frankly, I am counting the days until sanity returns.
A day of winter skiing brought 8,914 vertical metres in 20 lift rides and 50 kilometres travelled.
Idle thoughts from a mountain 