Fri/Sat night did not sleep well (i.e. nearly at all) and woke up too groggy and too late, so I gave up the idea of skiing Sat.
Slep well sat/sun and woke up at the right time...so since I had everything ready from previous day I decided it was a "go"
It has been a cold day, sunny and crisp, the kind of weather I beleive a german speaking would identify as "Kaiserwetter".
-15 at the top of the hill
-7 at the base (in the village)
The least I can say is that I was immensely satisfied.
Last time I skied was exactely two years ago in St. Moritz with Lisa and Markxs...That day made me realize that it was not yet time (for me) to put the skis on.
I've been waiting for two years for this moment, and I've spent the day with mixed feelings like happines, a sense of release, a sense of renewal
and discovery that all pieces are still in place (sort of), the two years (but if we consider that the last time I skied more than one day was in January 2005, we're nearing a three years fast) hiatus notwithstanding.
The Canalone was calling, and at last, I couldn't resist. Took the tram, headed up, skied a bit the Val di Lei runs (that was to convince me that I was not going to ski off-piste) but when time came to go back to the lower part of the area, I couldn't help but ski down the Canalone.
I bade my time to ski down it, still, at the bottom I had to take a one hour rest (it was lunch time anyway).
My skills, like my skis' edges, are rusty but still present, a little bit of polishing, some workout to bring the muscles back in shape and, who knows...
I may be back and enjoy the mountains and the snow.