It was snowing hard when the Idle Skiers woke this morning. The cloud was low and heavy. As so often when it has been snowing at night, there was a stillness to the day, as if nothing might move in a snow bound village.
The high street was quiet at 9.30am. I had met a couple of people on the walk up, but save for the three of us, the village seemed deserted, quieter even than many mornings in last year’s lost season.
On Mannlichen, the snow wasn’t as heavy or as deep as I expected, but the skiing was still fantastically good. My cable car was full, but the hill never became busy. Occasionally, blue sky appeared. Around mid-day it was desperately cold again.
By mid-afternoon the mountain was almost deserted. On the way home, the only skiers around were some Swiss army troops working on the downhill course near Bumps T bar. The races are a few days away. It’s quite difficult to believe at the moment.
Another great day brought 8,211 vertical metres in 18 lift rides and 48 kilometres travelled.
Idle thoughts from a mountain 