It’s another lovely day, and I’ve borrowed Bob’s fat skis again. Deserted pistes at Männlichen.
After a few runs we have coffee and ski round to Scheidegg. From here you can get to a place called Eigergletscher which as the name suggests, is at the foot of the Eiger glacier. Here’s the famous north face.
After lunch things start to get a bit soft and slushy, but despite this we’ve had our best day of the season with almost 5000 vertical metres.
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