Back to the more mundane. A simple Wednesday afternoon ski at my favorite local haunt. Haunt is an accurate term for this area, as it used to be a significant mining town in the area – say 130 years ago – before falling prices for the ore, fire and ridiculously harsh winters brought the town back to mother nature. A true ghost town. There is even a graveyard for the morbid or simply curious.
Funky conditions out there. Funky like James Brown – not bad, just different. Three to four inches of fresh, on top of a grippy surface layer, on top of the more solid layer from the three weeks of warmth we've had. Required a little bit more the point 'em and shoot technique, as too much pressure would send you arcing across the hill ala Bode Miller in a slalom race. Necessary if your going to busting the gates at Adelboden, but not so much for a little afternoon powder ski on a mellow 20° powder slope. Took a couple laps, and that was plenty, as the world seemed to be a slow motion ethereal wooded landscape. Which, indeed, it was. OK, enough waxing poetically – here's some damned photos of the day.