It was my turn to be off at the crack of dawn today. The cable car was quiet, as was the mountain for most of the day. The greyness of the sky may have kept people away, but it doesn’t seem the new year crowds are here, not surprisingly.
Fifteen years ago, I slipped on some ice outside the chalet and damaged the quadriceps in my right leg. It has been a problem ever since and for the last couple of days it has been a real nuisance, frankly. Today, I was staggering around the mountain like a wounded elephant. A trip to the local physiotherapist seems on the cards.
Still, the day had its high points, not least the fact that the Innerwengen chairlift is now open, making my favourite route back to the village accessible at last. Having said that, the foehn was blowing by the mid afternoon, so the slopes may have been scoured by tomorrow morning.
A day shortened by old wounds brought 6,410 vertical metres in 14 lift rides and 41 kilometres travelled.
Idle thoughts from a mountain 