It's your first time ski-touring - Alpinschule OASE-Alpin
It's your first time ski-touring - Alpinschule OASE-Alpin
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Day 5: Last day! Aussere Hochebenkar; 3021m<br />
Breakfast was difficult. It is true what they say about red wine at altitudes… it gives you a<br />
whopping hangover! Dieter, still nursing his feet, and only able to wear yellow bin liners over<br />
a pair of Lufthansa slippers, was looking forward to a ride down on the <strong>ski</strong>doo together with<br />
the innkeeper. That left us three to brave the elements… a changeable strong wind, at <strong>time</strong>s<br />
blizzard-like conditions and a drop in temperatures to –10C. We struck out northwards<br />
towards Distelwies on the right up to the<br />
Aussere Hochebenkar. At <strong>time</strong>s, I could not<br />
even see Simon in front of me, and I could<br />
just follow his tracks in the snow. We<br />
stopped often and gratefully for hot tea, but<br />
the pauses were not long!<br />
The conditions had changed, and Simon was<br />
only too aware what that meant. Whilst we<br />
were climbing the Hangerer up to 3021m,<br />
Simon stuck a long probe down into the<br />
snow’s surface. He reached down, and took a sample of the snow from about 50cm below<br />
the surface. It was like crushed ice, just crumbly granules. Simon turned to face us, and<br />
signalled with crossed sticks that this was the end of the road. We headed directly over to<br />
the safety of the mountain cliff, and had a break.<br />
We discussed the reasons for the change<br />
in conditions and understood how to make<br />
judgments. But it certainly drove home to<br />
us that we were out here amongst the raw<br />
elements, and without Simon as our<br />
mountain guide, we would be like lambs to<br />
the slaughter.<br />
The last descent was bizarre; the transition from the empty open mountain slopes to the<br />
regular <strong>ski</strong> area populated by dozens of <strong>ski</strong>-lift <strong>ski</strong>ers was enormous. All of a sudden, we had<br />
to watch out for other <strong>ski</strong>ers around us. It was almost as if these other <strong>ski</strong>ers were intruding<br />
into our <strong>ski</strong>ing kingdom! And there were pistes like white autobahns marking the way down!<br />
Amazing how just 5 days up alone in the mountains could have such an affect!<br />
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