So we jumped to car and drove to Cieszyn at 10:30 because we had to pick up Martin Klika. What we are closer to the scene, the more it snows and wind blows, in the final traffic stops completely. The hill just before the finish is jammed by a truck. We turned our car and tried to bypass the traffic jam by the side roads. Gale is such strong that blowing snow with grazing along the road before making a total white wall and the path disappears. We passed around Audi, which protrudes from the gutter just as thick exhaust pipe from the stove and middle-sized rear wing of ultralight plane. Klikoun just flatly declares: "Hmmm, fast and furious." Soon came another gust of wind. Well, very funny trip. Finally, we are on the accomodation, beer, eat and sleep.

    In the morning we left out under heavy snowfall. The village is absolutely covered by a new snow that are unable to clean parking lot. There is about 1.5-2 meter caps on the roofs. On the way up we are checking our terrain. At the point where is the tram going along the edge is from her to the ground maybe only 2 meters, you could jump and beautifully ride steep slope below the rope. But we planned to have another lines. There was a bit foggy at the top, but tons of powder made us forget the frozen faces. We're flying first line by, it's hardcore, powder is going over our heads, eating him and pure satisfaction. About 6 meter high cliff, which we hit last year does not exist. We arrive to a cabin on the other side of the hill. Damn, what is it? Cab stands due to strong wind. Man from the lift  reports that it begins when the wind calms down. We waited about 45 minutes. Everywhere so much powder work to be done and we are stucked like a fools in here. Finally we decided that the best way will be ride the blue piste down to the village and take the ski bus or cab to get back on the other side of the resort, where is not blowing so much. The way down was worth a shit. Finally, we exported the village and a ski bus took us back to the cabin, which is finally running. Approximately 1.5 hours of loss did not mind. The rest of the day we had enough powder job and  increasing snowfall and wind forced us to left the hill at around two o'clock. When we had finished, there was more than another half meter of white stuff.

    Finally is the morning and we started the next powder day. The wind slightly calmed down. On the way to the tram we found that there is more than 70 cm of new snow. Seats are touching the snow time to time, so guys from the lift kick notches so they can carry people up. We travel first, the pitch is absolutely spotless. Although cab rides is is getting stucked time to time. Lift guys continually reset machine. It is blowing a lot, but we are in a trance. Around noon we tried to decide to have something to eat in the pub. But the clouds begins to tear, so we got another one powder line. Better visibility allows us to go farther down along a ridge and get the better spot to which you grind your teeth from the first day, and we knew it from the past. It's a beautiful steep ridge. There lies an incredible amount of snow that covered everything and made a nice playgroud from rocks and scrub vegetation. All streams and holes stopped to exist. Hell, we're in paradise, boys. Flying our powder passage on a full gas, sometimes I lose the ground under my feet and get skis in the air. I never know when it happens. Beautiful. It is so much snow that I see the road only occasionally and the light is still very sparse.  Left and right among the trees and clouds of dust occasionally I see a friend. We all are riding very fast as we left brain at the tram. I hear from the guys themselves receiving the abundance of joy and euphoria.

    I am never doing it, it seems to me that it does not fit in the mountains to scream but now also unwittingly shout as some football fan during match. It's a fantastic ride, lightweight bottomless powder, plenty of space, no sign. Now even the last steep turns, and there is a slight passage. I'm going for Peter but he holds the speed, does not want us to stucked at that place by the waist in the snow. Losing sight of him, I do not know who did it for me, but suddenly, I do not know why we are loosing speed. It was the last possible moment. Skis stopped at the edge of 6-7 m deep vertical hole. At the bottom is covered with asphal and centimeter of ice. Peter lies there in the strange position without any movement . Shout at him, trying to get closer to him. He moves his hands. Helmet hangs strangely on the head and is in two pieces. Klikos arrives with Frenki. I found out what is going on and sent away some onlookers.  Peter recovering from initial shock of the impact. "Guys it is fu...d, I feel my ankle bones run consecutively." Shuttle from the hill to the hospital, x-rays, etc. The calcaneus is completely broken. Signs and revers quickly we went into the Czech Republic, where he got the bee against embolia. One ride before he sent it there, we drove along that place and we all talked about what a fucking trap. A short trip to paradise ended. We did not even pull out the cameras, we left it for a better light. We left Austria in a hurry, paradoxically during sunny weather. But now it is important that Peter will be ok and could join us for a powder lines again.

Author: Jura “Gazman” Zagura