A guest-post written for SkiTrek can be read here.
January 2014
When I reached the summit (Kasprowy Wierch, 6,519ft) the dull pain in my shins had just turned sharp. The shelter was closed and I was completely alone as the night deepened and the wind picked up. The moon disappeared behind thick cloud and a gentle snow began to fall. I had to find the place where a steep piste leads down to the lower station of the ski-lift. Having just spent forty minutes searching for the shelter, I didn’t feel very optimistic about finding anything. I reached to my forehead to adjust the beam of my torch, but the tiny Zipka just didn’t want to go any brighter. The backpack was weighing me down.
By the time I found my descent route, I was so exhausted and desperate that I almost forgot to take off the skins – not surprising, given that I had never ski-toured before…
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