Day 2 proved to be much more promising. We began the day with a much-needed Internet session, corn flakes, and plenty of sugar to mix with the warm milk. Not entirely true, but sounded good as I wrote it. We checked the lift board, and saw a green circle signaling that the tram was up and running. To our disappointment, the tram was only open for the food with a view at the peak, and would open for skiing at noon.

Much to our immediate surprise, we were graced by the sounds of an approaching euro-chopter, which is a knock off to its American big brother, the A Star B2. After nearly landing on our head, the bombs were loaded, and access was granted. Following this amazing opportunity, our old friend from the Slalom Bar graced (or lack thereof) us with his presence, Theo.

Theo has an attitude and style like no other, compete with a self-accreditation as a professional skier, and a pole plant steez all of his own; the day was turning interesting. Several incredible laps were made on the lower half of the mountain, skiing epic Swiss trees with a fresh half meter from the previous night. At the strike of noon, we were lined up at the tram, just our crew, and three local snowboarders for some of the best lift access chutes and fingers I have seen.

The Theo story began when we were introduced to a gentleman who alerted us that there was a local watering hole owned by a local ski top sheet designer. Plastered on the walls were one of-a-kind edition of Vokle and Nordica skis. To welcome us, the bar was lit on fire several times, many combustible items thrown into the fire, and incredible bar games such as the hungry hippo, and nails were in store for the guys.

Back to the reason why we are here, the women; I mean the skiing. Cloud cover remained heavy, and the faint light of the sun was washing out all color, we opted to shoot some tight chutes in hopes of color definition from the nearby rocks. When mediocrity was the result, we opted for one final lap at Lenzerheide.

Atop the tram, we were witness to another sick break, the sky parted as if Moses himself was walking though, and we finally got our bluebird in the final hour. A single 2 hour lap was made with the whole crew (Tibljas, Winter, Taylor, Lesh, Bolduc, and Applegate), shredding first tracks down a 1200t vert series of splitting chutes; complete with a backdrop second to none. Sliding snow was thwarted, and legs were on fire (Tyson denies the leg burn).

Making our way back to our Villa to check out we took to the buses. Loaded down our V10 Touraeg (compliments of VW, Liberty Skis, and Mr. Tom Winter) with over 400 lbs of gear on the roof, and a SUV full inside. Tom, David, and Alex set off into the sunset to Davos, where Derek, Tyson, and myself grabbed some of the local brews, and boarded an autobus bound for the same destination.

More from the Swiss chronicles: to come following our Davos pillaging.

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We seem to always stay near loud ass clock towers

Waiting for the clouds to lift and heli to drop the bombs

And the sky is blue, in large part thanks to our efforts the night before. Our last run at here; very lucky we got this.

This entry was posted on Wednesday, March 26th, 2008 at 3:01 pm and is filed under TwoPlank Blog & News Archive.