The glacier

The After the stress and worries of yesterday, today was to prove to be much calmer. The rest set off bright and  early once again for the slopes, whilst I messed about a bit before walking into town. It had snowed overnight and the snow had covered the ice on the lake making it look spectacular.

I shopped around a bit looking for soft toys without beady eyes for Misty, but to no avail, and had a very nice coffee sat outside cafe in the square just people watching. Then I wound my weary way back up the hill to the hotel and chilled for the rest of the afternoon. The rest of the party had a much busier day deciding to ski on the nearby glacier, the Kitzsteinhorn. As we all know glaciers do not melt and so you can pretty much ski on them all year round. This one was rumoured to have a really good skiing conditions. It did involve two buses and several lifts to get there though, meaning the party couldn't start skiing till 10:30 AM. They all agreed it was well worth while though, with perfect snow conditions.

That blue coated person is vicky

I have been given details of a few things that happened while on the glacier and will attempt to relate them now. 

At a bubble lift everyone piled in except Vicky and Alex. Alex was being a gentleman helping Vicky with her skis. He settled them in the outside ski rack before leaping on just as the door closed leaving Vicky behind. The story has a happy ending as she got the next bubble and they were reunited at the top.

Kathy was attempting to use a T-bar lift and got into so much trouble that the man had to slow it right down to child mode before she could get on.

Kathy accidentally skied off piste while leading and everyone else followed thinking she knew where she was going. Of course she didn't and they all had to try and find their way back to the piste again. 

They put Cathy in the lead again while looking for the notorious black mamba run, she missed it. They did all manage to find it again later though.

Ian was wrong! He took the wrong lift meaning everyone had to hike up a slope. A horrible thing in skis.

Chris set the record on Ski Tracks for the holiday at 53.9 mph. 

Alex was 139th fastest of all time on the notorious black mamba on his ski app Strava. He was also second-fastest of the day. Although only three people had attempted it using the app, and the third person had taken 20 minutes. 

And finally everyone left Vicky alone on the red run and she had to descend herself.

It was around 5 PM before they all returned to the hotel and we had a hasty afternoon tea followed by showers and a pointless viewing, followed by dinner and a game of charades for which I had been practising by listening to naughties music. A couple of brandies later it was bedtime. Big snow is forecast for tomorrow so the skiiers needed lots of rest.