Skiing in the Swiss Alps

Just like accomplishing anything great, you usually have to overcome a mountain of obstacles. In our case we considered it a huge success that we even made it on the mountain at all. Upon arriving at our resort, we discovered that due to the recent weather the ski runs would only be open on the weekend. Then we ran into the problem that the bags with all the ski stuff were lost by the airline and we didn’t get them until Sunday at noon. We made a quick decision and decided to go for it. We coordinated a ride through our hotel to the base of the ski lift, dressed quickly, ran to the rental store, and ran back. Well, I guess we weren’t fast enough and our French-speaking van driver was in a sour mood. She was yelling all kinds of French profanity (or so we guessed) and pointing to her watch and quickly made it known that we needed to get on the van or she was leaving. I learned through this experience that in Switzerland – just like in many parts of Europe – that lunch starts at noon and then is followed by what is usually called “siesta.” I’m not sure what it is called in Switzerland but we were obviously keeping her from her much needed nap time.

Ten minutes later we had our lift tickets in hand and were in line to go to the top! Our hearts were pounding with excitement and anxiety. This was Haley and I’s first time skiing together and I had not skied with my brothers in 10 years. As we got closer to the lift we realized it looked a bit strange. The chair we were “supposed” to sit on looked a bit like a pick axe with a bungee cord tied around it. Now a few of us in the group had seen a T-lift that “could” maybe be compared but this one was much more rudimentary. The girls put on their brave faces and gave it a shot. I think it took all of us at least two tries to successfully get ourselves attached to it and none of us made it to the top on our first try. It was seriously the longest T-lift I have ever seen!

The beautiful scenery of the Swiss Alps quickly became lost in the snow that started to down pour. I would like to refer to the next few hours on that mountain as a time of “building character.” We may not have gotten down the mountain like the pros would have, but we all learned a valuable lesson in patience and endurance.

Nevertheless we made it happen and we all felt very proud to be able to say we have SKIIED IN THE SWISS ALPS! Check that one off the bucket list!

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