One. A very depressing september day at the Stelvio glacier, spent skiing on black ice and dodging holes on the slopes.
Snow base so low that skilifts ropes were so tight that every now and then I got air lifted...a thing that wasn't occuring since I was a skinny kid...and I am 170+lbs nowadays. At one.specific lift, people had to, in order to release the lift, perform a little jump...problem is...the jump had to be done before a crevasse opening, two to three feet right before it, it was unnerving to say the least. One kid was not able to do it and ended up dangling, hangin on tight for his dear life, right above the crevasse, crying
for his dad help but being too high and to far to be reached by us. Lifties had to carefully and slowly (lift had been stopped when the lifty saw the kid had failed to release, unfortunately it was stopped with him in the wrong place) apply power to the lift until the kid passed over the crevasse mouth and reached a corniche where another lift was waiting to catch him. I had been considering taking a couple more runs before going home but after having witnessed that I decided that enough was enough, called it a day, headed home and have been waiting better times to go skiing since then. Day two will hopefully arrive in a couple of days in Austria.