We were pretty disappointed to wake up to another windy, snowy view out the window. I was worried it was going to be as bad as yesterday. I didn’t think it could get any worse than the whiteout we experienced last year, but I was wrong. Once again the lift didn’t open until right before we were ready to go. We got to the top at 10:10 and had to go up and down run 5 three times because we literally couldn’t go anywhere else – all of our usual routes and lifts were closed. They never even opened the Schindlergratbahn today, so we didn’t get to go up to the “tippy top” again.
bathroom break around noon we decided to keep going for a couple of runs because we weren’t sure the weather would hold. Finally we decided to have lunch at the small lodge at the top of Kappall, which had a cozy non-smoking section upstairs. John had sausages and kartoffelsalat and I had a big plate of spaghetti Bolognese. We shared our table with a very nice older Austrian gentleman, who figured out that we spoke some German and ended up talking with us all through lunch. He was surprised to meet Americans who spoke “such good German” (his words, not mine!). He asked us about skiing in the
We decided to forego the heisse Schokolade today because the sun was out and the slopes were calling to us, and we only had two hours left in the day! We made our way back over to the St. Christoph side via Zammermoos. Finally runs 11 and 17 and their respective lifts were open, so we went over and enjoyed several fabulous runs in full sunshine. That is, except for the large cloud pushed into run 17’s valley that refused to move, creating a foggy zone of several hundred meters in length. All in all it was a great end to our last day and we felt really lucky. It was incredibly dramatic to see the jagged peaks pushing through the clouds all around us, with the sun sparkling off the slopes. We arrived at the top of run 17 at 3:36 pm and realized we wouldn’t make it down again so we went over to run 4 and came up the Zammermoos lift at 3:55 pm. Then we took our final “home run,” stopping at the pizza restaurant half-way down to prop our camera on a table for our requisite self-portrait. We had the last bit of the run almost completely to ourselves, and the view of
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