27.01.26
It's a little over an hour south to Adelboden where they hold the downhill slalom World Cup each year and there's snow on the way. We've just returned from Zurich where I was covered in little needles and had suction cups placed up and down my back. I was already a little low after the holiday sugar-fest and a fairly epic hike up the Weissenstein a day before which left me in a state of moderate dehydration and now I'm beginning to slip into a surreal stupor as we pack everything into the car. Fortunately everything was laid out the night before, but as soon as we're on the road my brain checks out. I passively watch streaks of light in the melting pools of snow in the road. Little villages and town centers and their glowing afternoon shopfronts flash by as we skate the roundabouts and make our way into the Alps. All I know is that we've got an old cabin through a friend so we don't have to navigate the the traffic and noise in town. We meet...