Thursday 15 April 2010


Day 12, Sunday 11th April.

Relentlessly stunning weather, this is the most beautiful campsite, nestling in pine trees surrounded by the stunning Dolomite mountains. Imagine camping in Narnia and you have it, but how could we tarry?
Started the day with a couple of red runs from Piz la Ila. All but deserted and very crunchy underfoot we both found them demanding and a little tiring.
Lip smacking mountain lunch at our favourite hutte, La Punta Trieste (the three owls). The best spare ribs and chips on the mountain, followed by tiramisu. Feeling fully revived the afternoon snow was like skiing in ermine and we had the most excellent couple of runs of our whole lives. It doesn’t get any better than this.
Back down the mountain to the car and on the very last steep bit of piste I totally misjudged a trickle of water across the bottom of the slope. It turned our to be a bloody crevasse.
Travelling at speed to make it up the other side, the skis came to an abrupt stop and I kept on going. Flying through the air, Arms spread wide and landed splat on my face in the shape of a perfect crucifix.
I just lay there wondering how on earth I managed to end up face fist in the snow, unable to breathe, winded but at least the snow was soft by then. Decided to call it a day and limped back to car. Battered, bruised but totally, blissfully, chuffed.

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