We get up, and I hear the big raindrops dripping on my attic apartment. The next thing I can perceive is my ringing phone. We had arranged a ski tour on the Pitztal Glacier, and my friend, who wants to pick us up in half an hour, tries to convince me that it would be better if we stayed at home. I remain stubborn and insist on the statement of a weather report that there will be an improvement at the main ridge of the Alps from 10 o'clock.
The descent should then become our highlight. We pull the first turns in the fresh snow of the last days! This winter a rare experience and probably the best descent of the season so far!
Looking back, the question can be asked whether we were lucky or whether we were rewarded for the hard "work". Perhaps a mixture of both, but it remains to be said that this beautiful experience was only allowed to come about because we threw ourselves into the unknown and always made the best of the current situation.