Also today the
view of the breakfast table from the window did not
suggest better weather necessarily - however one saw the
sun through-flashing from time to time easily by the
nebula clouds...
Since we wanted to drive the Sella Ronda, we hurried with
the breakfast and tried at the car to the Ciampinoi to be
as early as possible. There arrived we drove the
departure with the car highly and again once toward plan
de Gralba down. From there we went also with a car on the
Piz Seteur, from where we drove on toward Passo Sella.
Today we
had finally again good weather! On the Sellajoch
(Passo Sella) I noticed finally, for which I had ski
sticks thereby. Over to get ahead we had by the "
stone city ". You must shift this distance to a very
large extent with the ski sticks. Here also an unknown
quantity ski driver coined/shaped the record: The yellow
is there down hang-paged - now it is appropriate for
"in the middle of the way" and must ascend... -
meant thereby I was supposed, because it had me during
momentum of getting for the next hill
picture-book-moderately on the antinode bulge put...
From here it goes then far to the Passo Pordoi, at which
we drove past with a watering eye. The there runways
looked very enticing and the sun seemed in the meantime
radiating by the blue sky. There we had to stay the first
time on this day at a lift-queue. Now it descended some
(steep) beautiful departures - from lift to we after a
long discharge distance in Arabba arrived again and again
interrupted.
Andreas
had to be from time to time supported...
Here we
inserted a short break, since lured a few beer banks at a
small restaurant. Thus Arabba left its good impression -
which continued only briefly however. Hardly we had the
rest terminated had we to state that we did not need yet
at all to buckle our skis again. Who wants to drive the
Sella Ronda into this direction, has to take in purchase
a longer foot march in Arabba. There is only a few
hundred meters, but with the Skies on our shoulders and
walking into ski shoes (additionally continuously uphill)
that is a good piece of work.
Finite with the correct lift arrived (attention - the
signs do not mistake - the " Sella Ronda " is
passable in both directions!) it ascended then on the
Passo Campolongo.
As we arrived nevertheless finally above were faced with
we a large lay-by, which we could not resist - we had a
rest!
Here never
more eat! Not well!
There
we could convince ourselves the first time in our
vacation of culinary benefits, which were not - the
supply reached cloudy soup " (Andreinas barley soup)
from " cold cheese noodles " (I) over "
indefinable one up to " mini bacon without board
" (none - the portion were ridiculous). - power
nothing - had no hunger...
In each case today the flat men bought at the day before
disbursed themselves - such a small supply of courage for on the way
saves cash in each case and makes a warm antinode
bulge...
From the Passo Campolongo goes it into valley (Colfosco)
then already down. If the time is enough can one still
some runways here drive or directly with the ski swing on
the other side of the valley drive.
There the " Sella Ronda " is again well signed.
The valley in the " Sella Ronda " thus only
touched...
Back on
the Passo Gardena!
From
here it goes again toward Passo Gardena (Groednerjoch),
where we might repeat the beautiful departures of the day
before again... - because at the end to the departure is
Wolkenstein, whereby we could cross also today again the
half place on Skies and at the car to the Ciampinoi were
very fast.
Today I wanted to know it - I wanted to try the Worldcup
out gentleman in any case. Although the Ciampinoi was
appropriate also today for something in the fog (looked
however better than at the day before) drove Birgit,
Thomas, Heinz and I with the car upward, in order to then
drive off to St. Christina.
Andreas,
the " Almoehi "...
Andreina and Andreas
went back from Wolkenstein with the bus, where we wanted
to meet. When we arrived above, the departure (like each
time) hunted a due fright for me... with sufficiently
respect began I the
embossment runway to drive off, whatever I brought today
without permanent damage behind me...
After the long discharge distance we reached again the
place, in which gentleman and lady departure separate.
Birgit and Thomas drove today the lady departure - Heinz
and me the gentleman departure...
Because the lady departure is longer, the two asked to
wait us down for it (both distances have the same
discharge distance in the valley). Heinz and I made us to
it to drive off - the departure is to be driven
devil steeply however beautifully. As it mostly got me
here in the moment, when I wanted to carry sufficient
momentum forward for the next hill and shot drove - hmmm
- it gives worse. We drove the departure in each case and
inserted no tracing briskly. A special special event is
the final departure (the place, in which the lady and
gentleman departure are again united). The ski drivers
from the lady departure come suddenly right from the
forest and cross the own way downward
Here
I plows the straight runway over...
We arrived in any
case both welfare down and I asked Heinz as we put the
ski off whether we wanted to wait directly here for the
others. I was to some extent surprised, when he said to
me that the other two (Birgit and Thomas) would already
be at the car and its skis packed on the roof (we should
not actually wait for them - as they comes so quickly
downhills?)...
As we minutes later arrived at the car provided Thomas
for clearing-up: Birgit was driving in front and was the
entire distance (several Kilometer!!!) without also only
once to continue to in's valley driven off. Thomas hoped
with hurting thighs in each curve for a break, but she
was inexorable...
I must admit that I´re only able to explain it - I had
driven the lady departure two days before - I had after
minutes first time to break, because the thighs of the
Sprit went out... - however who can, that can evenly...
This mystery busy the Thomas's anyhow still entire
evening... - we fastened then the skis on the roof and
drove to the Maggiacore (the local supermarket), where we
wanted to meet with Andreina and Andreas - Hmm - we
waited, and waited, and waited - a ski bus came to the
other one... assumptions was employed and also again
rejected, because the two long before us would actually
have had to be here. After we had waited twentyfive
minutes, we made ourselves on the way to the Col Raiser,
around the day in Erwin's hut end to let...
Heinz
pursued me at every step and turn...
On the way Birgit
jumped again out of the car around quick in the
Appartment to by-watch, - perhaps were the two at home.
And actually, they had run from the ski bus from home -
Andreas already showered - after in twelve minutes the
last car on the Col Raiser drove off (at 16.15 o'clock)
was nothing more to do...
That did not stop us other four now however - we drove
further and created it actually still the last evelator
on the Col Raiser to get... - above arrived had we like
always first the half distance to drive off, for Erwin's
hut there there is appropriate...
Here we approved ourselves first times like used "
bacon at the board " (a due portion - that must be
mentioned also times), ski water and above all much
courage ®. It was one evening with much singing, beer
courage ®, Mirabellencourage ®, pear courage ®, plum
courage ®, Jagerteecourage ® and Eierlikoercourage ®.
With the time it became dark and we was so courageous
that we did´nt know anymore, whether slowly our view was
fog-imposed or whether it fogged itself actually outside
already again...
We noticed then, when we wanted to make ourselves to the
departure - it was darkly, foggy however owing to
Courage® we came well into the skis. I heard merry ski
driver cry still another: Hey, there is one in a
neon-yellow gap... FREESTYLE! (stood in the back on my
pair of overalls) - CLASS! Behind him we drive ago...
Whether I should make it attentive on that I drive only
since few days ski?? But the conscience bite continued
only briefly, because me probably in this moment a pear
(of the pear courage ®) in my eyeball by-swam...
I made myself everything on the way and I came in front
without fall... it was actual quickly in front not at all
as badly as I
thought - in the opposite, - now, where I did not see
anything, went all much more easily. Also as I an
intermediate break inserted, in order to wait for the
others, stopped some me unknown ski drivers, and praised
me, how I had ahead-driven beautifully, and which one
means in this weather ski pair of overalls he could see
me for miles...
Andreina
mills the runway smooth...
Also the remainder
of the departure went quickly and without incidents. At
the car it was called again packs up and back into
Appartment arrived, where Andreina waited already
impatiently.
Andreas had already made himself on the way, in order to
explore the local indoor swimming pool. Heinz told him
that it would be " because of the local exit ".
However it did not give data concerning it, which place
it meant... there is in St. Christina an indoor swimming
pool, but belonged apparent to a hotel plant - Andreas
ran, and ran and ran... - finally he inquired in tourism
information, said to him that there is an indoor swimming
pool in St. Ulrich. Thereupon he set into a bus and drove
there.
There probably some service was required - the prices
however immensely high. After some hours he made again on
the way home (also again with the bus) and met us already
with best mood on...
Now, after we had already all day long drunk rounds on
the way from the Flatcourage® and after the many
Courage® with Erwin knew we with before day the bought
Courage® supplies to no more pitying. The flatmen were
filled up again and again and emptied.
From
this face the wisdom of a whole human life speaks...
Thus Birgit looked after a sip coffee courage ®.
Finally against
midnight the heads hummed to us - there were something to
eat in this evening, but that knows so exactly probably
none more...
Heinz had repeatedly responded on this day already that
he would like to make gladly the " Route Marmolada
". This seems to be however an extension of the
" Sella Ronda ", and all did not think
themselves capable of.
Thus agreed upon Heinz and I that we wanted to drive this
route on the next day, which others would drive with
Birgit to the "Diabolo".
Sometime after midnight then finite all tired became, so
that we still another sleep would get few hours...
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