The trip was booked August, 2001 for January, 2002. Then September 11th made all travel look fearful and improbable. But my buddy Ron was determined to celebrate a milestone birthday skiing in Switzerland with a posse of wine-loving ski friends. Planning continued. Trains were booked, restaurants notified, skis were waxed.
In December, SwissAir declared bankruptcy. A trip that starts with two strikes is, in my superstitious book, going to end in doom. Mr. Etherknitter almost had to push me onto the plane.
You know those movies where a terrified passenger on the plane is screaming, "We're all going to die!! The plane is going down! We're DOOMED! We're going to DIE!" You could probably read that from my face, in spite of my silence.
What DID happen was that we had the time of our skiing lives. Ron had set up a fabulous itinerary - several days in St. Moritz, followed by three days in Davos, Switzerland.
The second evening in St. Moritz, he took us on a funicular ride to the top of a mountain. As the funicular pulled us up the mountain, cables and inner workings clearly visible, one had the feeling of riding a giant TinkerToy track. I calculated the acceleration of gravity under freefall conditions down the mile and a half track, and then decided I really needed to stop thinking things like that. So I did.
The restaurant was excellent. The views were stunning. As the sun set, I ran out with my dinky Polaroid first generation digital camera. This shot is the result.
It took two days for my fingers to thaw from the windchill up on Muottas Muralg. It was so worth it.