The perfect day

Autor Anonym
11.01.2008
 
7:30 am. The alarm rings. Getting up is somehow easier today. I look out of the window and laugh. Yesterday it snowed the entire day. Today the sun shines brilliantly in a blue sky; the first sun rays begin to tickle my face as well as – most importantly – the 50 cm of new snow on the ground.

The perfect day!

Quickly jump into the ski suit and windbreaker, don’t forget the avalanche kit, ski boots, helmet and gloves, then out in the fresh air clipping on the Free Ride Skis and let’s go! Excitement and suspense increase; how will today turn out?

A friend recommended to me a tour which would mean roughly one hour of hiking on foot to reach the perfect slope. Readily I take the effort on! With the ski lift the mountaintop is nearly reached: below me I can already see the described intersection. Hopefully we can reach the top soon! I can hardly wait ...

Finally there, I unclip the skis, pack them on my shoulder and head off down a small, yet visible trail. The ascent is difficult. Step by step, breath by breath. Now and then I pause to reflect. It would be much easier to simply clip on the skis and ride down the side of the run. Nevertheless, the happy anticipation of the perfect slope fills me with new strength and keeps me going. After 25 minutes, the skis are pressing down heavily on my shoulders. My feet seem so heavy. But I am almost there ...

The reward is great. The tip had not been exaggerated. Over a nearly untouched slope with optimal inclination lay white snow all around. Far away from ski lifts, runs and noise, an amazing mountain panorama surrounds me. A smile appears like magic over my whole face; I close my eyes, breathe deeply and draw this wonderful moment into myself with all of its intensity ...

Now I feel ready to dedicate myself to the highlight of this day. My pulse increases. I look left and right. Which is the best way? I am best off simply setting off ... into the middle of the most beautiful of all pleasures. The rhythm is soon found. As though on a wave I ride the slope down the mountain. Floating? Flying? The feeling is indescribable. Stress and worries seem forgotten. Freedom and satisfaction fill me as happy-hormones are released by the buckets. Hopefully this feeling will never end ...!

But it does as I reach the base. I look back and up once more to see the even and regular path from my skis. A wistful melancholy begins to broaden in me. Too bad: once again it is over too quickly. But it is not yet evening. Soon the next challenge is found ...

The day comes finally to an end; I fall exhausted and satisfied into my bed and ...
... already I am dreaming about my next deep-snow adventure! And it will certainly come!


 
 
 
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