Hooting

The first day of spring dawned clear with sun to follow. It was just a little colder than yesterday and a good ski day promised.

I wasn’t feeling as bright as the morning though. Whilst deeply asleep last night, a persistent call wormed it’s way into my consciousness. At 3.30am I was wide awake listening to the regular hoot of an owl. It was impossible to return to sleep, waiting as I was for the next chirrup. Nature surrounds us, but it might keep quiet at night.

A jaded skier, I left home slightly later than planned and was back in the village earlier than usual. In between times, there was some great skiing on Mannlichen in the morning and on Eigernordwand in the afternoon. After a cloudless night, the snow was crisp and crunchy until early afternoon. Even Wixi was in decent condition.

Another sunny day brought 8,254 vertical metres in 16 lift rides and 46 kilometres travelled.