San Anton... St. Anton St. Anton...... I do not know how to. Everywhere they write in different ways. Wikipedia said Sankt Anton am Arlberg. Let it be St. Anton. That's where we went on that day. It is in the same mountain range Arlberg and Lech that we even drove through St. Anton on the previous day. On this day, at the entrance to it was the rain. In the valley there were clouds, and it was clear that the weather has not worked. However, we did not lose hope, which can be up there, you can still rise above the clouds and bask in the rays of spring sun. On the map tracks the highest lift at 2811m and raised there had a wonderful view to the Zurs. There we began to climb. From the cabin ski lift was not seen anything. solid milk. To move to other platforms, it was necessary to descend. The descent was cruel. Visibility twenty meters. Lehi had to be the leading and trailing me in order not to get lost. But we do not throw hope to see the sun. When we went up to 2650m and from there went to the top of the lift. There was a viewing platform on which it was necessary to climb without skis, t. to. there was no trace. Leaving the skis, we took the gondola up. On the observation deck, we enjoyed our milk surrounding clouds, waved to the side and went back to Zürs.
There is still snow has gone. Visibility on the highway is improved, then worsened. The speed of our descent was a little girl, always have to watch the border line, fork, etc. Dr.. There were, as they say, the instrument. Turned out to be a great case to work out skating technique. That's what we do with Julia. I went ahead and she followed me. It turned out great. Lech and aunt went ahead Lyuda. Not without its downs. Aunt Luda a couple of times left the road, but landed softly, without harm to health. Visibility was very low. Thus, in the fog we went to the village of Stuben (Stuben). For us to Julia settled down two more skiers were Irish. It thanked me for having helped them to come down. We thought that would never be able to move down in this weather. In the fog, we drove past us to the desired lift. We had to climb on the other, then to go back to the right. It was wet snow, and was so quiet that you could hear, like Lehi splashed brandy in a jar.
In the afternoon, the situation has improved considerably. Become places of the sun to appear. Visibility has improved considerably. Our hopes are so few realized.
On a narrow road I broke a stick Auntie. Here's how it turns out - one helpful, contrary to other. Directly in front of me slowed down some aunt - teapot. I had to slow down, but one ski to fetch a stick, on which it rested, and she collapsed on me. Bent stick, and when her aunt tried to straighten the stick broke. Drove her instructor, said that everything is in order, and we left them alone with a broken stick.
At the end of the day Julia went down by tradition to the gondola, and we ride a couple of times on a lift, go down. The track was not an easy. At the end of the mound began to sleet. Excellent technique worked mogul, in the end is just nothing he could ( have ) a. Julia sat around and waited for us to lift. As she herself said, she recognized us from afar. I heard it on the low rack in which I tried to go carving, and Lech Mahama hands on dynamic. The bottom is probably similar to an eagle - vulture chases the gopher.
At the end of the car, we drove into the center of the village to go to the shops. First, the tradition of gift, and then to the grocery. The girls ended the wine, so we decided to replenish its reserves, and simultaneously buy the right products. Another take pictures at the center. Still, very nice houses in the Alpine villages.
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