I was looking ahead, squinting in an effort to grasp the terrain ahead and determine how to approach the next slope. What would normally feel like a breeze on a clear day, was starting to feel quite oppressive. We were skinning up, engulfed in a thick fog. The first part of the skin up had been easy, we knew the route very well and the surrounding trees gave contours to the landscape. Then we decided to push on a bit, in a direction that was less familiar but out of the way of the popular ski touring route.
I stop and look around, the sky is the purest blue, I can’t see a cloud, birds are singing and we have an amazing view on Wägitalersee lower down. I remember it’s been officially spring for 2 days now. I’m suddenly overwhelmed by what has now become a pretty familiar feeling of bliss, always coming after an emotional rollercoaster in the mountains.