After a frankly worrying visit to some of Europe’s finest glaciers last weekend, we were beginning to wonder whether we were due for another snowfall drought that would make last winter seem like an Alaskan Christmas. With stones in our boots and slush down our backs, we returned to Munich to perform the sacred snow ceremony in which we sacrificed an intern to the snow Gods in return for some fresh tracks.
It worked and after a hasty phone-call to Simon’s parents, we checked the webcams, instagrams, facebook posts and even spoke to Lassie, who let us know that there was more white powder than an Columbian holiday.
We’ve picked out a few highlights of the veritable blizzard of shots we’ve been subjected to over the last 24 hours. See you on the hill tomorrow!