The Lonely Skier

How much fun is that?

In February 2008 I spent a week in the Austrian ski town of St. Anton. I'm not a skier at all. I've spent maybe two days on skis, and those were of the cross country type. I've never gone down a downhill ski slope in my life.

I have friends, though, who are pretty avid skiers. Not fanatics- anymore, you might say of some of them- but they like a good slide down the hill. The reason for this visit was that one of my friends had non-refundable reservations for some of his employees, none of whom could go. They used to go. but one after the other got married, had kids, and etc. Fun over. So I got invited for a pre-paid week in St. Anton during the height of ski season. Nice!

On this day our little group of four had taken the tram halfway up Valluga to have lunch in a restaurant, then we took what I called the "telephone box on a string" up to the peak where there is a vista looking over the Alps into Germany. One has to say, "Spectacular!"

Of course, I would take the tram back down while my friends skied. No problem. It was a fantastic opportunity to get some photos, and there were a couple of scenes that really stood out for me. This is one of them: a solitary skier making their way across a slope already covered with the tracks of the morning skiers- in the mid-day sun. I can't imagine that ski conditions were very good that time of day. Even from where I was standing it looked very icy and crunchy- not much fun to slip-slide over. But there they were.

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