Impossible Snow

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Today was a bit crappy. Last night it snowed a lot. Rumors suggested that over five feet of snow fell at 2000m, but I'd suggest it was closer to two feet. Needless to say, it was a powder day of epic proportions. The bad news was, management decided that they'd make us work in the morning and give us the afternoon to ski, instead of the other way around.

Dani and I managed to get up the mountain around 12.30pm, by which time the temperatures had soared and the light fresh powder was beginning to congeal into porridge. First run I managed to crash on-piste, while attempting to turn switch. When I collected myself I discovered the front of my right ski was flapping around, broken about a foot from the tip, right across. Miraculously I came out untouched. In absolute disbelief, we skied to the village. In 17 years of skiing and snowboarding, I've never seen anyone break a ski.

Determined not to give up on this day, I hired a pair of ski from the local ski shop. Little did I know these were probably the heaviest skis ever created. Back up the lifts and out to Powder-Paddock, we traversed across to an untracked powder face to catch some fresh turns. Dani popped a ski on the traverse and twisted her knee. I hiked back to help, removed her ski, but couldn't find the second. Fortunately the pain in her knee subsided (we were both convinced she'd done some serious damage). Her second ski was no-where to be found. Eventually we found it, but it took us 20minutes of looking in two feet of powder.

Battling with stupid skis in stupid snow I decided to call it a day. This day was not destined to be skied. Check out the video below.

The Impossible Snow from Simon & Dani on Vimeo.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

ah well, at least you had nice soft landings. J & N

10:23 PM, March 12, 2009  
Blogger Ander said...

Hey man! Are our lifes parallel? Yesterday Olaia and I went to the pyrenees with the skis and... First: When we had completed about 25 min of a 5 hour ascend, a skin of my ski decided to finish its work, so i head to carry my skies in my bag. Second: I lost my cap, great!! Third: Olaia lost a piece of her pole (don't know if you call it like this) and the best... when we were back to the car and about 4 km far away I made a turn and got sunk because of the deep and heavy snow, so i fell towards and a ski hit my face. Result? Enough blood for a gore movie and a visit to the hospital to get my face sewed. Now I seem a bandit...


10:08 PM, March 15, 2009  

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