St. Moritz is kind of like fried pork skins. You don't want to even admit you've tried them,
let alone that you like them.
So, after the merry wad of miscreants and ne'er do wells had disbanded and left the love and
madness of https://www.mt-lodge.com/ , vendul was kind and crazy enough to drive us to Lenzerheide for a
day of gray slated skies and ominous pendings en route to St. Mo.
Lenzerheide is, per Euro usual, massive. We skied part of the treed western side which would be
awesome in storm. That's kind of rare for most big Eurozone locales IME. We stuck mostly to groimers
with a few sections of old pow and crust. Cool spot, I'd go back.
By 4:00 we were rolling in venduls van South through Bivio and up over the gorgeous Julier Pass
and down into the Engadin.
For Tgapp and jackattack:
I'd found a small hotel in one of the St. Mo villages, Celerina, with
reasonable rates, less than $150/night for a single with ensuite about 6 blocks from the Marguns
gondy. If staying in any of the greater St. Mo hotels, one gets a lift ticket for the 4 major areas,
Corviglia, Corvatsch, Diavolezza and Lagalb for 47chf, about $50US, including the local trains and
busses. Put that in your Alterra pipe and smoke it.
As we disgorged from venduls sled and bid him adieu among cavalcades of thanks, flakes began to swirl.
The hotel had a small restaurant where we ate. Bed came early.
A chalet near the train station:
Morning opened in storm. A thick storm of obscuring flakes and wind, so Swerve and I headed out and
up the Corviglia Marguns gondy. We couldn't see the ground from 50 feet up. I groped through the day
in utter white out. There are very few trees on Corviglia. Snow was douching down at better than 2
inches an hour. With the upper mountain closed, swerve and I Ray Charlesed our way out to the furthest
West reaches of midmountain lifts, teetering from vertigo in the snow and wind. Eventually after
murking around the mountain, including several laps on the upper funicular, we settled on lapping the
lower mountain under the Marguns gondy.
By 3 it was boot top+ with drifts up to the knees. It was a day of the best whiteout powder skiing ever.
Swerve is a massively understated, ripping skier.
Skiing back down the streets to the hotel:
Hotel Dining room 500 year old cabinetry:
That Sunday the hotels restaurant was closed, so in the spirit of the since departed lindenle, we sought
out donar kebab. We hopped a bus into the guts of the beast, downtown St. Moritz Dorf.
Now Downtown St. Mo is what every upscale beancounter at Vail or Alterra would like their resorts to be.
Seething luxury. Prada, Armani, Hermes, Gucci, Vuitton, Dior, Chopard, Dolce and Gabbana, Cartier, ad
infinitum. It's not the kind of locale in which I'm comfortable with a beer and a toke. I don't even
know what the fuck a foulard is anyway. But we found the donar and it was good and filling and only cost
me about $12. The place was run by stoners too! Trundling back to Celerina, we crashed out early again,
storm continuing to pound.
TBC
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