We have come a long way. On saturday night the phone rings. I have been using the day so far to recharge my batteries from the exhausting Geneva trip. My man Uli B has a plan and before I know it I say yes and start packing the next bag. Boots, check, gloves, check, board, check, helmet, check. My body says yes, but my mind says wait a minute. Another day in winter paradise. Confused I am looking at the red LED's of my alarm clock. The bleeping sound is terrible as I try to figure out the time. Something with a six. A sunday should be a different cup of tea!
We load our equipment into the bus before we hit the road. The autobahn is early and empty. Many have trusted the local weather report and decided to take it easy today. We are ready to rock and roll! Way before lunch we hit the spot, strapped onto our boards. Christlum will be our field of joy for the rest of the day.
The beginning is difficult and powderish., but I slowly find my rhythm. Deep snow is not the usual suspect and hard to ride I find out. A ten years old jacket filled with snow. After lunch I try to follow Uli's trail into the unknown another time. The natural halfpipe, filled with bushes, is my challenge for today. And yes, finally I manage to swirl across the deep snow in one fluent move. Motivated with adrenaline I decide to go for the jump. The first attempt ends with a theatrical plumb into the deep snow.
Five minutes and a ski lift later we find ourselves at the same spot. This time Uli is laying in the snow, camera ready. Intuition. My air becomes a jump before I know it, landing and continuing my ride into the white heaven of Christlum. A perfect winter day.
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