The mountains are beautiful but unpredictable and today is no different. After a bluebird ski day Jono and I are snuggled up in the corner of our favourite mountain hut, skis propped up outside with plans for just one more drink before we meander down and spend the evening together.
Mother Nature has other ideas though and a blizzard sweeps through the valley and before we know it the snow is pelting the windows and there is no way we’re leaving here any time soon.
A pretty member of the waitstaff called Christina has been serving us attentively all week and in slightly broken English (but infinitely better than our German) she advises us that the blizzard isn’t forecast to pass for several hours and that we can either ask for a skidoo evacuation or stay in one of the rooms they have upstairs. These are usually used in summer by hikers and not popular in winter so there is plenty of room. We eagerly accept that option, not fancying the frigid alternative.