Winter seemed to have arrived. In October, I pulled out and looked down to my already delicious and dreamy love of feet of snow capped mountains. Many have taken the first Polverello allo Stelvio, or perhaps later in Austria when I was forced to postpone commitments, watching Grigna every morning and count the days to the first w-end free and the weather is fine. Meanwhile came the south wind. I was in short sleeves and in Puglia I knew friends who were bathing in Sardinia. I was thinking of my snow succumbed to increasing temperatures. At the end is the beginning of November, it can happen. Saturday is expected to open the season nice and Bormio.
Last year was a good omen because it does not replicate? I look at the webcam and it is bleak. Snow on the track just outside you can see the rocks emerge. Furthermore, it must have warmed up a lot. But there will be sun and snow seems excellent. I decide to go, Beber and Vale. Show off a beautiful brand-new Yukon bought on sale in May and never used ... so I could not wait. We will go on the track then, what better time to break in and table legs?
arrive soon. The Jonathan and beautiful. The woods on fire with red and yellow leave the field but only the white of the snow from 2000 meters up. I needed it. 3 weeks were not breathing mountain air and sunshine. I had left this summer in Bormio
mtb, now guardandoo to the Forni glacier and Val Zebrù the view is different. Already beginning to wonder about possible trips to the split, from Punta San Matteo Crossing the St. Catherine Bormio 3000 ... spring seems to show that it only is on the first day of the season!
We do some warm-up track. Each year, the first descent is a bit 'confusing. I laced the table wondering how you will use this "Stuff" seems to be the first time but when I start up everything comes to my mind, everything becomes familiar. Of course I feel a little 'tied but after a few minutes early to push well. The board is a bomb (the Yukon is always a security) and I enjoy the great despite the snow on the track is pretty tough. I allow myself small digressions bordopista, there's soft but I know what lies beneath: sharp, pointed rocks ready to destroy the base. Beber, but resist the scalp. In fact, the snow outside is softer than expected. Bormio is just magical.
Lunch, we enjoy the sun, chatting while the big dog in the shelter we beg for food (Greedy). Here's the check Bordons ... hello, then how? You opened the Gorge? But rocks? Can you do?? Mythical
Beber go!
For him it is the first time in Bormio and is immediately bewitched by the gift offered to us so unexpectedly early. Three legendary slopes, with snow in winter and excellent skiing (just a few rocks on top, but a fair price to pay), plus the lower crust, but now as when it was done. Three runs are always different, always finding blank line, jumps, counterslopes. I never thought this way to begin!
reclaim the Vale. The day draws to a close and we must return. Tomorrow brings new snow ... slurp.
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