Only yesterday, the village was still hoping to stage the Lauberhorn race weekend. It is only just over 24 hours since that hope was abandoned, but much of the infrastructure which is part of the World Cup has disappeared in the blink of an eye. The course catch netting has gone, Swiss television’s paraphernalia has disappeared and only the finish area at Innerwengen shows signs that the races were ever meant to happen.
The wind blew last night and was still doing its best this morning. The mountain is quieter than ever; the gondolas from Grund headed up the mountain empty of skiers and the slopes were eerily quiet. Later on, the snow which had been promised in the forecast turned up.
The old day job still takes up a bit of my time. Today, a lengthy phone call, with an ungloved hand holding a mobile phone, reminded me that the wind chill was pretty bad.
Another cold day brought 7,607 vertical metres in 17 lift rides and 44 kilometres travelled.
Idle thoughts from a mountain 