Somehow we managed to struggle out of bed this morning after the mountain top dinner last night. We were meeting Daniela and Luciano for one of the organised ski tours being held each day during the festival. Sensibly D&L didn't go to the party last night. The were bright eyed and bushy tailed. A sharp contrast to our own bleary eyes and sagging tails!! Nevertheless we made it to the cable car on time and the morning cappucino at the top helped start our engines.
2/ A busy day for the ski tour!!
It was not the best day for a ski tour. The weather has changed. It was warm and foggy today and the powder snow at the beginning of the week is now only a distant memory. The excursion turned out really to be an endurance event, travelling in a dense fog, with 70 or so other telemarkers up and down the ridge-line separating Italy and Switzerland. Ordinarily the views are really quite something, so it was disappointing to have only the view of Graeme's bottom wiggling in front of me as he shuffled along on his skins. Ordinarily a good view in itself, but I have seen rather a lot of it over the recent months!
I had learnt my lesson from the last ski tour and today I donned my "normal" skis rather than try and pretend that I was anything else other than a very ordinary intermediate telemark skier. Nobody seemed to mind and I wasn't immediately ostrascised from the telemark community. Such is the relaxed attitude of these kind people.
About half way into the tour, I am sooooooo relieved that I didn't use the telemark skis. After a 2.5 hour skin up to the ridgeline in a white out, we had to back track to find a safe skiable slope back to the resort. With such poor visability, the original tour plan was abandoned. As is often the way with ski touring, the snow was heinous. Either heavy and wet or diabolical breakable crust. It would have been impossible for me to ski this on telemarks. I had enough trouble on my alpine skis! Graeme seemed to have no trouble at all and made a wonderful job of skiing in such difficult conditions. He received a terrific tip from John on our last tour and it was reinforced in the lesson we had yesterday. Graeme has been able to apply the "Cat Step" to very useful effect in the breakable crust conditions.
The "Ski Tour from Hell" as Daniela termed it, culminated in a final steep climb back to the ski resort. The final skin required about 10 or so kick-turns, so if you were not able to perform these easily, it was extremely hard going. The technique for a telemark kick-turn is actually very tricky and Daniela found it almost impossible. She was totally exhausted when she finally made it back to the ski resort.
Nothing a good bowl of pasta and a delicious cake couldn't fix however! We waited for D&L and joined them for lunch. Sadly, they are leaving this afternoon, as Daniela has to be back at work on Friday. But we've swapped emails and hopefully we'll have time to nip over to Italy and the Aosta valley before we leave France.
Late afternoon, we stopped by to see some ski films submitted to the Livigno Mountain Film Festival that is being held concurrently with La Skieda. We were especially interested to see a telemark film from Australia. A low-budget film, it nevertheless had some fantastic footage of skiing in the snowy mountains and around Hotham and Falls Creek. I am not sure that the European crowd was really that impressed by the skiing footage. I mean to say, skiing around on windswept hard packed slab snow understandably doesn't push their buttons. But there was some footage of a Val D'Isere patroller who spent a winter at Thredbo. His observations about our intense sun, blue sky and lovely snow gums went over well with the audience.
By early evening, we are back in our little apartment and I am busy blogging away, trying desperately to catch up. Graeme has left me to it, heading off to see another film or theatre production as part of the festival. I can't blog and socialise I'm afraid. But now I am back to the general silence of long term marriage!! ...I should hopefully make some progress.
4/ I love European villages. The view from our apartment window.
A horse stabled next door being fed for the evening.
