Started out earlier on a bluebird day with considerably fewer people.  Spent the morning riding the Jakobshorn park, doing fairly well over the jump and in the pipe on the Allian.  Apart from one skid-out on the steep, the board performed very well; fast and steady with plenty of grip in the turn.

Lunched at Bolgen Plaza with George before going on to ride the super-pipe, which was in good shape and quiet.  With everything going smoothly I upped the anti and started to ride a little fast and loose.  This paid dividends, going bigger with each run, until I made a bad decision at the top of the heelside wall, lost my gip and slammed, arse-first - aeooow!  Thank heavens for impact shorts.  I was able to carry on, albeit less aggressively.  Finished the days riding with a few pleasing runs before going off to shop with George.

Board off, beers on and Fondue! 

Good to be back.

Hit by bird poo on the way to the lift.  That's gotta be good luck, right!?

Few runs with Dave and a couple of his clients, both cald Dave!  It's like someone was taking the Mick; phnar, phnar!

Set-up felt good.  Conditions were superb: bluebird and warm. Snow under board was bullet-proof, but very well groomed.

Left the guys to their day.  Took a couple of runs through the boarder-cross.  The whole course has been developed since February.  The banking turns are big.

The sun was so bright my Pink Iridium lenses were struggling to give me enough protection, so I bought a replacement Blue Iridium for the afternoon session.

Spent the late morning in the park at the top of Jakobshorn.  Made a number of good runs.  It felt as though I was picking-up from February without a break.  Very happy with the way things were going.  The jump at the top and the box were both going well.

Lunched at Bolgen Place then returned to the park at the top.  Had a couple of good runs - Jump, box, pipe - then...

...I lost it on the box!  somehow I went head-first over the end.  Drop at then end was a metre or so had hard packed.

AIR-TO-FACE.  SCHEISSE!  Nee-nor, nee-nor...

At least that's what I think happened.  Hit my face (brow, cheek, chin). Must have been quite hard.  Not sure if I blacked-out.  Whatever, I was really disorientated at the next point I remember anything.  Aparently, I called Dave, who was on another mountain at the time, to ask where I was staying!  Soon, a Pisteur - Frederich - arrived and took me off the mountain on a blood-wagon. Davos has a hospital, so the journey at the bottom was short.  My mind was all over the place.  Guess this is how a computer feels when it crashes!? Two and a half hours after crashing; blood-wagon trip off the mountain, ambulance journey, examinations by two doctors, several X-rays and a tetinus jab later, I was good to go.  Face looks a bit rough though and everything is starting to hurt.

Picked-up prescription pain killers on the way back to the appartment.  Quiet night in me thinks.

Stay tuned!