9 AM and in the lift |
I must have written this post a number of times, but
somehow it disappears time and time again. This could be because my computer
broke down, and then my phone (both for the second time within a year, I might
add), and I have been switching between devices at home and at work, so it
might be that it just got zapped off my hard disk, or that it is floating
somewhere in cyberspace.
It might be a sign. A post so boring does not deserve to
be written, let alone be posted. Who knows? I will try one last time. It becomes a bit of a cliché after
writing it more than once, but then again, this post is a cliché.
The ski-season, although short in general, and even
shorter this year, was a good one. Early snow, sunny weekends, and an economy
in a continuous downward spiral created some excellent skiing conditions.
The
fact that the last-remaining teenager in my household, who has always hated skiing
with a vengeance, has taken a sudden liking towards snowboarding, has greatly
helped. I no longer have to threaten her
with “You can stop skiing when you are 16,” or “You may stop skiing once you
have a boyfriend that skis.” Suddenly, she takes the initiative, and suggests
we go up to the snow.
Seriously empty slopes. The Mediterranean Sea in the distance |
Relatively speaking, skiing is not that expensive; A weekend lift ticket here ($50 in Faraya) costs as much as a weekday ticket in most European ski
resorts. Absolutely speaking however, for a single-income family in Lebanon, it
is incredibly expensive. With ski-rental, instructor, lift tickets, food and
gas, you’re looking at $400 for a day for four people. Not many people find it
worth the money, or can do afford this. Hence the empty slopes.
I had already packed up my skis - with 23 degrees Celcius
in town all last week - I assumed the winter was over, but then Friday night it
snowed again in the mountains, and my Accuweather indicated it would be sunny
and cold up in Feraya,so I figured that it might as well be the last time this
winter, so why not.
There’s this myth about Lebanon that you can ski in the
morning and swim in the afternoon, all in the same day. This refers to the proximity
of beach and mountains. Of course, this is a myth dating back to the late
sixties, early seventies, when not everyone had a car. These days, it is a sheer impossibility, due to
the horrendous traffic situation. You’d have to get up at the crack of dawn to make that work.
This is what brothers do; teasing little sisters |
So Saturday morning (not at the crack of dawn ), I
went up to ski.
assumed all of Beirut would do the same, and that I would be
standing bumper to bumper for an hour in front of the parking lot of the ski slopes,
while utter assholes block both lanes in and out, but surprisingly, that was
not the case. Maybe everyone was thinking what I was thinking, that it would be
very busy on the roads to the slopes, so maybe better not bother. But the slopes were calm, the snow was good. I expected
it to get busy after 12 (when half-day ticket tariff starts), but still no
people.
It was a perfect day for skiing.
And most likely the last one of the season.
Because when we drove down, we notice the storks soaring
in the sky, on their way back to Europe; A sure sign that spring is in the air.
That first shot, of the fresh tracks - ah!
ReplyDeletePhotos are good again. Snow is white, that may seem normal but it is not, very often snow in photos is grey or blueish or brown, but your snow is good. And I see no processing, good you finally gave up on this processing stuff.
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