After six days of dense low-lying cloud, above which I sometimes ventured only to find myself in the middle of a cloud sandwich, the weather started to change. There were patches of sun and blue sky on the final two days, although they were fleeting and unreliable. My spirits rose.
I would ski a run up high in clear weather, catch the chairlift back up and find myself back in cloud. Chasing the light was a waste of time and effort, and one just had to make the best of the conditions.
Riding back up the mountain is a time to look around – you get a unique bird’s-eye view of the terrain. You are often above the trees and you get views that you will not otherwise see. I use that time to take pictures. Tricky.
My compact camera lives in a chest pocket secured to me by a lanyard, so I can’t lose that. Once on the ride, ski poles have to be ‘managed’ so they don’t fall off, gloves have to come off and get pocketed (sadly not always, I lost a pair. Again), goggles or sunglasses have to be removed too and taken care of. Then it’s time to get the camera out, check the settings because removing a camera from a pocket is apt to rotate a dial. Then relax and take pictures. Always watching the progress of the lift, allowing time to ready myself to exit the chair at the top lift station.
So, today’s three images are all from the same chairlift. The third one – below – was taken 45 minutes after the first two images. What a change. Such are the vicissitudes of weather in mountain country. The next post will feature some more open country.
Meanwhile remember to click on any image to see a higher quality enlargement.