Gabi, we think,…was most impressed with our cleaning efforts. Her sentences contained lots of “Bravo’s!” as we had a farewell hug. Hopefully, we’ve made her job a little easier today. She was also excited to see the new wine glasses, steamer (sorry Georgie), jug, toaster and sundry other bits and pieces we’ve left behind. Mind you …we wish her luck with the #!*%#!! useless toaster. Maybe the sparks that spring freely from it will give her a hint that it should be headed for the bin. It certainly doesn’t cook toast!!
And so begins the long journey home. We’ve given ourselves a bit of extra time and have booked into a Milan airport hotel tonight to ensure we make our midday flight tomorrow to Singapore. It’s just over a 5 hour drive from Arabba to Milan Malpensa airport and Sunday is a much better day to make the drive than a Monday morning. No trucks and few cars on the road, particularly over mid-morning/lunch period which is when we are travelling. If we didn’t leave today, “Murphy’s Law” will tell you that the first time we have car trouble or get stuck in a monster traffic jam will be the morning we are rushing to make a flight. We’re pretty sure we couldn’t cope with that sort of stress in our lives after our recent carefree Dolomiti existence.
We also had to say a final goodbye to our trusty companion – ” Gino the Grip” Peugot. Gra was most impressed with this little car and it really has done us proud. Apart from a few little design quirks, it was sure-footed, agile and speedy. Everything you’d wish for in car for mountain driving. “But no, Graeme! We can’t buy one when we get back to Wanaka!” “Mutter, mutter, Piaggio…mutter” says G.
The airport hotel was not too much of a hardship. We spent the afternoon floating around in their nice warm pool which we thought was a good way to acclimatise to the next few days in Singapore.
Well we don’t feel so stressed about moving on tomorrow.
The lovely snow that fell yesterday afternoon was just a little teasing farewell. It’s +15C this morning as we lugged our boxes up to the Arabba post office. With our fingers crossed and lots of prayers we’ve shelled out enough € to cover NZ’s national debt for an hour or so… and with a bit of luck our boxes will make it all the way…. intact to Wanaka.
Then back to “Appartmento Oxley”for a cleaning frenzy. I used Google translate yesterday to ask Gabi for a mop. I don’t really mind the Cindarella brush & pan and on my hands and knees scrubbing routine but I wanted to do a really thorough job this last time. Gabi looked at me blankly? “Che cosa è una mop?” “Right. Well…. Back down on the hands & knees I go!” Gra also thought that Gabi was saying “Not to worry, she would take care of all the cleaning after we leave!” That could, of course, be wishful thinking on Gra’s part …. but both of us like to leave a tidy ship!
So while I was busy this morning bathroom cleaning & floor washing, Graeme was downstairs with Gino in the ski tuning shed trying to get the interior clean. We’ve given Gino two external washes but he’s still seriously grubby on the outside. And his internals are not much better. The grit, salt & mud on the roads from the continual freeze thaw has pretty much stuck like “poo to a blanket” to his carpets. Gra has put the powerful ski-room vacuum to work on Gino’s insides and it certainly looks a bit cleaner. Shame I couldn’t borrow this vacuum for the flat, but no….it lives only in the ski room! Go figure!!? “Boys don’t use brooms!” …says Gra by way of explanation. “Yeah right?”
We’re a pretty efficient team after 25 years together and we’d pretty much packed our ski bags and cleaned the entire flat by lunch time. So we thought we’d go and take one more last look at the incredible views of the Marmolada from the top of the cable car before we say “Arrivederci” tomorrow.
Panorama from top of Arabba cable car
Panorama from top of Arabba cable car
Looking north from top of Arabba Cable Car
And lastly, we caught up for a quick farewell drink with Patsy and had a few last “Dolomiti/ Arabba mysteries” solved for us. We have been incredibly thankful to them for all the help they gave us to find us our apartment and other little things along the way. But we haven’t seen that much of the Delmonego’s during our stay. Patsy has been working almost every day at the B&B she runs and then she’s been busy with her daughter, Heidi and babysitting grandson Austin. Mario has also been busy with ski school and his Dolomiti tours which see him away to 5 or 7 days at a time. A bit later in the evening, Mario did also call in briefly to say goodbye. He’s a hard worker. All day at the ski school and then nights at the ski school owned Pizza restaurant.
It’s a very interesting system they have here in this town. It’s a real socialist co-op system here. Mario’s ski school is independent of the lift company and runs not only the school, but a restaurant, bar, rental shop and supermarket in Arabba. All the profits from these ventures are shared equally amongst owners/directors of the ski school? I’m not sure how it works in practice? Mario did hint as he was heading off to do dishes at the pizza restaurant tonight that not all directors pull their weight?
The other interesting thing about the Dolomiti resort is that all the lifts are independently owned and the Dolomiti Superpass is really just a marketing and service firm that brings people to the region and services the lifts & pistes. The lift owners clip the ticket for every person who uses their lifts. This explains the huge number of lifts and their high quality in most areas. Lift owners want to make sure that people use their lifts, so they are continually investing and upgrading them. A downside is that they can sometimes manipulate the piste so that you have to ride a lift rather than taking a more natural & direct route.
We were also surprised that there is no priority given to ski school clients. Because the lift companies don’t have an interest in the ski schools and they are independently owned, no priority is given to them in lift queues. I guess it would be a problem if they had such a thing as a lift queue. But after 3 months, including the busiest Christmas/NY & February holiday periods, we never saw what would even begin to approach a TC saddle quad queue…so I guess it’s not a big deal on Planet Dolomiti?
Some Arabba & Planet Dolomiti mysteries solved.
As we tuck ourselves into bed tonight we’ve already begun to reminisce about our time on Planet Dolomiti. Gra is also starting to moan about the reality of a long plane ride home. Toughen up G!!
Even though we don’t leave Arabba until Sunday morning for the long drive to Milan Airport, we have a little bit of a luggage issue.
We only had 800g to spare on the way here. Since then, we’ve each bought new ski boots and a few sundry other bits and pieces. So we need to package up all the excess gear and mail it home. If we are overweight, Singapore Airlines (bless their cotton socks) charge US$100 per kg over the 30kg allowance. So the mailing option looks the best way to go since we have about 15kg extra!! And the last possible day to post our stuff is tomorrow (Saturday) morning.
Today for our last day skiing, we hit all our favourite runs in and around Arabba. We enjoyed our last mid morning coffee made with care by our favourite Romanian barista – Gabriel.
And amazingly discovered yet another a lovely place for lunch. It’s hard to imagine how all these rifugios, huttes, cafes and bars make any money given the level of competition? On the main Sellaronda route, you have an endless choice of places to eat, drink and make merry along the slopes. And today we made a reservation at a newly renovated Rifugio Burz, just at the top of the first chairlift out of Arabba. We have probably passed by this Rifugio at least 50 times during our time here, but we’d never ventured inside. A great place. Friendly staff and delicious food.
It’s started to snow fairly heavily and predictably the restaurant rapidly began to fill up from late morning. By the time we got there for our reservation at 12:30, things were a little crazy with a huge queue waiting for a table. With our reservation, we naturally walked to the front of the queue, much to the chagrin of a sweet-natured lady who left the queue to tell us in no uncertain terms to go to the back of the line. Well I think this was what she was saying as it wasn’t Italian! It was all very forceful, loud and red-faced! Phew! This was the first “aggro” we’d experienced in three months, so we were a little unprepared, but the head waiter took care of this charmer by responding in no uncertain terms that we’d made a reservation and maybe “Signora” should go to the back of the queue since she’d now lost her place! Whoa…way to go Signore!
Arabba has decided to give us a lovely send off. We loved sitting watching the large fluffy flakes fall from the sky over lunch. The Arabba snow-god who has been conspicuously missing this February, does know that we love to ski when it’s snowing. And while it is only predicted to snow about 5cm this afternoon, we made the most of it after lunch. Right up until the moment….disaster struck!
At precisely 3pm I misplaced Graeme. Usually, like a good Muslim wife I ski a few paces behind him, but for one of the first times I skied ahead. Probably because the visibility for the first leg of our run was fairly poor and G likes to follow me in these conditions. At the half way point – G was missing in action. I waited ..and waited …and waited. I thought he must have skied past without me noticing, so I kept skiing down to the cable car and waited some more. Now I was getting a little concerned…it’d be a real downer if the big G had done himself an injury. So back up the cable car I went for a re-run. I was very relieved not to see any bodies strewn on the slopes we’d just skied. Instead Gra was waiting for me at the cable-car and revealed the extent of the damage. He’d had to walk down the rest of the slope and download on the other gondola.
Well I’m thinking it’s a sign? Time to head back to NZ I think!
“But Andy….there’s still time for ice-skating….it’s going to be sunny again tomorrow!” Graeme has reminded me.
It’s officially hot today in Arabba. We sat in T-shirts out on our back deck at lunch today. Official temperature says 7°C but in the sun it’s a lot warmer. The snow has all melted away on the sunny faces and we are back to white strips on brown ground. A bit depressing if it wasn’t so nice sitting in the sun.
Coffee in the sun
Relaxing in the Sun
It’s Carnivale celebrations today in the town. Carnivale can be celebrated at any time before the start of Lent so obviously this is the day or week that Arabba has chosen. As we wandered through town doing the last of our food shopping we came upon the children from the village kindergarten who were “trick or treating” around town. So sweet. They were all dressed in cute little costumes and they chose to sing a number of songs along the way. We encountered them outside the green grocer and again while we were having our morning coffee in the sunshine.
We took a day off today and did the last of the food shopping to get us through until Sunday morning when we depart for Milan. We also went to the post office to frighten ourselves about the potential cost of posting a couple of boxes of stuff back to NZ. While shopping at our green grocer – Rinaldo – I mentioned “Questa è l’ultima volta che facciamo la spesa qui” – that is this was the last time we would be here to get our vegies. He can’t speak a word of English, but he seemed sad to see us go. It was a fairly lengthy farewell speech and I think he was suggesting that we come back in summer. I’m not sure he realises it’s a 27 hour flight? But Rinaldo shook our hands solemnly saying “arrivederci” and gave us a lovely box of strawberries for our dinner.
And then when we returned to our apartment, Gabi had a plate of lovely home-made biscotti waiting for us. “È per Carnivale”. How lovely. I gave my landlady a hug and many “Gracie mille!”.
Feeling pretty loved we whiled away the rest of the day getting sorted for our departure. But the weather is changing. Our sunshine is gone this afternoon and they are predicting snow tomorrow. Typical.
And then late afternoon, Graeme decided that he wished to torture me with a bit of ice-skating. Now to be fair, I’ve always loved ice-skating and traditionally we go every June to the skating rink in Queenstown for a whip around the ice. But two years ago, I fell over for the first time since…I don’t know….when I was ten? It really really hurt and I had a couple of huge purple bruises for weeks afterward. It gave me a bit of a shock and I’ve been a bit gun-shy since. I escaped ice-skating last year, but Gra has been pestering me for the last 3 months to go to the outdoor rink that we can see from our apartment.
About 4pm we walked over to the rink, but sadly (well not for me), it had been so warm today that the ice was no longer set. What a shame….no ice-skating today. Dodged a bullet there. Besides which, as I pointed out to Gra…..we don’t want to injure ourselves before our last day skiing potentially in the snow tomorrow. He reluctantly conceded…this time.
Today we had a lovely cruisey day. No flapping about on floppy xc skis or dodging rocks and tree stumps on a ski tour. After high temperatures yesterday and strong hot winds overnight, the snowpack has finally succumbed to the spring like conditions. No more ski touring for us I’m afraid, even on the coldest and highest north facing slopes.
We reluctantly ate our last breakfast at Rifugio Scioatolli and thanked the lovely staff, before skiing down to Gino. We really loved this little ski area – the 5 Torri. Reminds us of a NZ Club field, but with prosecco on tap!! It’s really warm again today, but the wind has died and the sun is shining brightly as we head down into the Cortina town centre. One of the things that we still can’t get used to is the “siesta” when all the shops and offices close down between noon and 4pm every weekday. We’d love to be able to ski early and sometimes finish at 2pm to explore the towns we ski from. But there’s no retail therapy to be had during the afternoon hours, so inevitably we end up skiing until stumps.
Cortina Village #5
Cortina Village #4
Cakes of Cortina
Cortina Village #3
Cortina Village #2
Cortina Village #1
Cortina is a well established ski resort for the Italians. A host of the winter Olympics in the 1950’s, the glamour is still there, although a little faded as indicated by a few empty shops in the main street. For the first time, the majority of number plates in the car parks were Italian. According to a lovely lady from Rome who we met on the chairlift today, all the wealthy Romans & Venetians have an apartment or chalet here and they fill the resort during holiday times. Like Wanaka over Christmas New Year the town population of 7000 swells to over 50,000. Cortina has a pedestrian centre where locals and tourists alike can perambulate. We arrived at about 10:30am and it appears that this is the time of day when all the women of Cortina take their fur coats out for a walk. While I failed to capture it with a photo, one of the most priceless images of the morning was of a very elderly lady shuffling along in her long mink coat and hat….talking on her mobile phone. Old and new traditions merging!
Mid-morning is also the time when all the “glamour-mums’ come out for coffee. Resplendent in either their fur coats or Gucci puffer jackets over their designer gym gear, they all seemed to have tight figures and cosmetically plumped lips. I’m perhaps being a little harsh as Graeme was enjoying the scenery. Over coffee…the pièce de résistance – our neighbour, a cosmetically enhanced woman in a tight tracksuit had a “handbag dog”. I have only ever seen papparazzi shots of handbag dogs, but I’ve never been up close and personal to one. Graeme couldn’t believe his eyes as this poor little ball of fluff was stuffed back into the woman’s handbag as she left the cafe. Actually he tells me now that he was rather hoping that the guy with the czechoslovakian wolfdog had made an appearance to really see some fur flying.
Again, the skiing at Cortina is surprising. It is a totally disconnected resort, with each area a significant driving distance from the other. Today we were on the eastern side of the resort in the Faloria area. There’s only about 8 lifts here but the terrain is good with steep runs through the trees and the western faces have expansive views back over Cortina and the high mountains surrounding Arabba.
Views from Cristollo #2
Views from Cristollo #1
Views from Faloria#1
Incredible views from the Faloria side of Cortina
The jump was tiny..the bag BIG
Lunch was outside in the sunshine today. So much for my theory of Italians not caring about “table turns!”. A very officious waiter was directing traffic in a loud voice with lots of Italian gesticulation. We managed to get a prime table with a view out over the valley, but we had to vacate by 2pm. It was only 12:15 – “no problemo”. But then after sitting for some time before anyone noticed us, we realised that we had chosen a restaurant run by Basil Fawlty and Manuel. It was controlled chaos. But after we finally managed to order some wine, we sat back to enjoy the show. Eventually a harried underling “Manuel” served us some delicious food …and we just managed to finish our meal before the bells chimed in the valley churches for two o’clock.
Back down in the car park after lunch, Graeme has spied a Piaggio. He loves these crazy Italian converted 3 wheel motorbikes. I really really don’t get it? As I am bullied into taking photos he is running his hands lovingly over the paintwork and peering into the cabin through the windowless door. “This would be tax deductible in NZ…Andy” he gushes enthusiastically. “So is a Karcher window washer Graeme, but like you said to me…do I really need one?” Well actually I do need an easier way to wash windows…but what’s wrong with a trailer behind our 4WD? Why would a tiny, unstable 3 wheel motorbike be better? Aaah men…they’re from Mars and we’re from Venus.
See how cute it is Andy??
Gra really wants a piaggio #1
But somehow, we must have managed the art of compromise over the years. Today is our 25th wedding anniversary. There’s been some confusion over the last few days about the actual date? Was it the 21st or 22nd February? I thought it was the 21st which is why we stayed an extra night at R.Scoiattoli but Graeme is sure it’s today. I expect he’s right. But hey, it’s been a quarter of a century ago and already our memories are fading. But who really cares – we’ve made it a multi-day event! What a fabulous way to celebrate 25 years together! Three months in Italy doing what we love the most together and enjoying every minute… [well except for the vomiting and head cold parts….!!!].
We both enjoyed a good night sleep at our Rifugio last night. Even though we shared a bunk room with another group of 5 from Switzerland, they were all “church mice” in their former lives. They were so quiet. To be honest it was probably me who kept them awake all night. Unfortunately I come from a long maternal line of snorers. My mother was known, not so affectionately in our family, as the “human buzz-saw”. At least we were tucked into a corner of the L-shaped bunk room and hopefully I didn’t disturb them too much.
Our romantic bunks!
The view from our bedroom window
Beautiful interior of R.Scioatolli
Sunset from the hot tub #1
Rifugio’s here in Europe are a completely different proposition than Kiwi mountain huts. We slept in freshly laundered linen under thick fluffy duvets, sipped our pre-dinner prosecco’s and enjoyed a 3 course meal from a menu of 4 or 5 choices for each course. Hot showers with flushing loo’s…. there’s no comparison to the garden sheds with long drops we call our mountain huts. We are looking forward to spending another night here.
Today we are on our way down from Rifugio Scioatolli to meet my old University friend Jane for some cross-country skiing in the valley to the north of Cortina.
Jane is a level 3 cross-country ski instructor, so Graeme’s keen to get some tips on his skating technique. He’s been watching so many biathlon Youtube clips lately that I think he’s dreaming about competing in the Olympics as his legs twitch from side to side in his sleep! I am just happy Jane has promised that today’s 10km skate is all downhill!!
We arrived early to the cross country facility and got organised with all our gear. A trail day pass is only € 6. What a bargain. Cross-country skiing really has to be the most perfect exercise. It’s a hugely aerobic activity, like long distance running but also requiring good balance and co-ordination and most importantly, as cinquagenarians, there’s no jarring to our aged joints. Then add incredible scenery and exhilaration from whizzing along the snow at speed and I think you’d be hard pressed to find a more perfect exercise.
The trail we skied along is an old railway track that descends about 200m over 10km from Cimabanche to Fiames where there is a purpose built nordic centre. The trail passes through forests, alongside historic WW1 buildings, over wooden bridges and through a series of lit tunnels.
Jane & I
The train tunnels
Won’t be breaking any records soon!
On our way to the tunnels
G & I at old WW1 Hospital
Sure I’m looking confidant now!!
The lovely scenery did certainly help lessen my intense frustration at watching Gra skate elegantly away down the track with lovely large gliding strokes while I flapped and flopped like a waddling penguin. I didn’t fall over….but my, it was a close thing! Adding to my woes, I learnt from Jane that I stick my butt out! Well actually, I’ll defend my stance! It was strategic. I was just lowering my centre of gravity in case I needed an emergency bum dragging braking manoeuvre to avoid on-coming traffic. But apparently, sticking your derriere out is not good skating technique!
Jane graciously rewarded us with lunch back up at Cimabanche after our ten kilometres of effort. She, of course still looked fresh as a daisy despite recovering from a World Loppet 42km event on Sunday where she came 4th in her age group and 13th woman home overall. She still has 2 or 3 more races coming up in Austria before heading home to Jindabyne. As I have mentioned before…she’s no slouch. Now! Just to get her to the Merino Muster!!
We were sitting down to lunch when a man walked in with a huge dog. Grey dappled fur, big chest, lean hind quarters and yellow eyes. “Look, a wolf!” I pointed him out to Jane and Gra. We ANZACs still have an initial disbelief that it’s OK to share a restaurant with a dog, and then today a second moment of disbelief when we saw it was a wolf.
Lunch with Jane after XC skiing
A Czek Wolf!
And it really was a wolf or rather a Czechoslovakian Wolfdog. After speaking to the owner we learnt that they are really quite shy and gentle with humans but he has to be careful taking him into the forest that he doesn’t hunt down all the small animals or even deer! Also there has been a few incidents with poodles and sausage dogs…!? Graeme liked the wolf-dog immediately upon hearing this bit of information. There was also a snappy, yappy little sausage dog haunting the dining area and we all secretly hoped for some action, but apparently my soothing stroking under the table kept him happy enough to ignore the antics of the potentially tasty sausage entree prancing before his nose.
Well it truly is goodbye to Jane this time. What a fun day. The time passed so quickly and we lingered over lunch so long we almost missed the last chairlift back to our Rifugio. No hot tub tonight. The wind is blowing very strongly and they don’t light it when the wind speed is over a certain strength. Not to worry. Nice long hot shower, delicious meal and early to bed. The lovely guardians of the rifugio have given us a bunk room all to our selves. Nice!
This morning has dawned a little grey and windy, but we’re hopeful of a clearance by mid-morning so we can do a planned ski tour in the 5 Torri. It’s a bit of a shock to the system! We’re used to only sunny still weather in Universe Dolomiti. In the meantime, we did a run through the Croda Negra which is a small col which allows you to do a circuit of this area with the Lagazuoi. They call it the “Super 8” – we just did the “Super 2”, but it was a chairlift we hadn’t been on before. They have no snow-making here and they have really struggled to scrape and scratch enough real snow to cover the rocky ground. Even then, it was remarkably scratchy for what we’ve come to expect of the pistes here. Also the run off from the chairlift is not for the faint hearted. They don’t have enough snow for a proper ramp, so you literally just drop straight off the ridge onto the steep first part of the run. I expect it’s given some intermediate skiers quite a fright. The photo doesn’t quite do it justice. But the people scattered to each side give you a little clue.
Heading back to the main chairlift that takes us up Rifugio Scioattoli where we will be staying tonight, we spied a ski demo fleet of Black Crow skis. MT Outdoors will be selling these skis in Wanaka this coming winter, so it seemed a perfect opportunity to take them for a test run.
We introduced ourselves to a young Italian man who was offering the skis for demo as well as doing ski tuning at the bottom of the run. It’s actually the first time we’ve seen ski demo’ing on the slopes for the whole time we’ve been here. Of course, this lovely young man spoke very good English, but we had to laugh when we asked his name. “It’s Kevin” he said. We were tempted to say “Seriously?” We thought maybe it was a nickname? But no, when we politely questioned his name explaining that “Kevin” was a very popular Australian and Kiwi name, but not, we thought that common in Italy? Apparently his mum fell in love with Kevin Costner, the movie star….and hence his name.
Many of this Black Crow skis were fitted with touring bindings so my boots will work. How auspicious! Gra often accuses me of being blindly loyal to my skis and also being reluctant to try new gear. It was a hard road last winter that led me to true love with my Dynastar Cham ’97’s and I didn’t want to be disloyal to my trusty companions. [ I do realise that any non-skier reading this will be shaking their heads and thinking I have a screw loose to be waxing lyrical about a pair of skis!]
Nevertheless, I whispered a sincere apology to my Cham’s and promised them that I’d only have one run. ” I don’t like the colour, Graeme!” ” Why not? It’s red. Red goes faster!” he replied. “I don’t want to go faster…and …it’s quite icy this morning, what happens if they don’t grip well?” as I started to move away from the stand of skis. “The edges feel plenty sharp to me! You’ll be fine!” he said. Using increasingly exasperated tones, Gra finally got me sorted with Kevin and pushed me on to the chairlift for one run down.
Well…the Black Crows that are actually red….weren’t too bad. I didn’t crash on the first turn. They didn’t bounce and burp me all over the slope like another brand that I tried last winter…but who shall remain nameless. And by the fourth turn I was thoroughly enjoying them. Took them off-piste and they didn’t buck me off…better and better. Nice and stiff in the front part of the ski and easy to turn on & off piste. I was suitably impressed. I will concede that I am sometimes a little too loyal to gear I love…..but don’t mention this to my Cham’s.
After mucking around with Red Black Crows, the clouds had disappeared and the sun was shining. Now, that’s more like the Dolomiti we know! We had planned a ski tour today which took us across from R.Scioattoli to the rock formations known as the Cinque Torri (5 Torri) and then down a rock gully to a sparsely forested area and then down further to the very bottom to the main road where we’d need to catch a bus or hitch back up to the chairlift.
Well we tried. Truly. But despite looking very promising with the shaded north facing slopes still with nice fluffy snow, we scraped and bounced over rocks and hidden tree stumps for the first eight turns to find that below us was a little rock escarpment with a narrow exit into the forest below. It would be a downclimb with so little snow. “How much can a koala bear?” or the Kiwi version “Fair suck of the Saveloy!” Gra looked at me and said, “There’s no way I’m going to get down that and through the forest with my huge tele-turns without damage to either to me or my skis.” So….back on with the skins to boot pack/ skin back up the gully. Sigh.
OK, so plan B. Ditch the skis and do a circumnavigation of the 5 Torri on foot. Turned out to be a fairly good consolation prize as the views were spectacular. Yes. I know we always say that, but for us, we are starting to wonder why Europeans rave on about NZ scenery? We find the Dolomiti to be draw-dropping every day. Here’s the photos!
Walk to 5 Torri from R.Scioattoli
More views – 5 Torri #3
Hiking up to 5 Torri
More views – 5 Torri #2
More views – 5 Torri #1
Passage through the 5Torri
Views from 5Torri circuit
Incredible rock formations – 5 Torri
Rifugio Cinque Torri
Views from Cinque Torri circuit
The grand Torre
On our way around the rock outcrop, we spied another potential slope to ski. It was close to the Rifugio and still untracked. It was getting late in the afternoon and we had to check-in before 4:30pm.
There’s a reason it was untracked. Sure, it was north facing, and deceptively dappled like old but still soft snow fall, but up close and personal…wind slab and crust. No pretty turns laid by us in that gully. All we left were turns of shame etched into the hill that could be seen from the Rifugio. We need a drink! Fortunately help was just a short skin away at R. Scioattoli.
For those of you who know us. We’re partial to mixing a bit of skiing with a hot tub or onsen or two. And R. Scioattoli has a wood-fired tub set out in the snow. To top it off you also get prosecco and hors d’oevres served to you while you luxuriate in the hot water and take in the 360° views. Not a bad way to end any day in the snow. Here’s the clip.
Suffice to say, we love it so much here at R.Scioattoli – we’re playing hookey from Arabba for another night!