I’d been looking forward to a return trip to the Simplon since 2009, having been forced to take nearly a year off due to a cracked vertebra and hernia surgery, I ummed and ahhed for a few weeks after Christmas before emailing Oli at the beginning of March only for him to tell me he might be coming home a few weeks early, bummer. Luckily for me he decided to stay on. I arrived at Brig railway station on a Saturday evening, missed all my intended connections between there and St Pancras for one reason or another, Oli was there waiting for me, drove back to the hotel and went straight to the restaurant opposite for a few beers and a catch up.
Next morning we drove to a place called Munster, nice big flat open area, but unfortunately not quite enough wind. After a couple hours of trying to get going on our 13m Frenzys we decided to head up to the Simplon, not enough wind there either. So to avoid completely wasting the day we packed up the kites and hit Rothwald for a couple of runs and a beer or two in the sunshine. Not the best first day for a snowkiting trip but pleasant enough.
Monday arrived, still no wind, so we went to Belalp for the day and pretty much had it to ourselves, no queues, empty slopes, all in all a good days boarding, for a smallish resort it’s not bad at all.
Tuesday was more like it, we got up to the Simplon, had a coffee (and a brandy in my case) and the wind started to pick up. I’d forgotten how picky the wind is here compared to other places I’ve been snowkiting, up, down, variable terrain, wind shadows etc, luckily I had Oli on hand to yell at me when I made a mess of things. At midday Oli’s mate Paddy arrived from Ireland, straight onto a 13m Frenzy, how good is that the day you arrive?
Wednesday saw us back in the doldrums, bugger all wind, but we did have another good day at Belalp. Was nice to have another boarder along seeing as Oli had buggered up his board and was sticking to skis.
Oli had been looking at the wind forecast and it wasn’t good, a massive high pressure system was sat slap bang over Europe and wasn’t going anywhere fast, lovely blue skies and sunny warm weather but no wind. So we decided to borrow some snowshoes and rent ski poles and hike up a mountain the next day, it turned out to be a brilliant experience, it was bloody tiring make no mistake, three hours up through slushy snow it certainly couldn’t be called relaxing and the sun was intense, but once we’d gained some altitude the views alone were worth the effort. There’s a certain feeling of achievement looking out over a valley and back down the route you’ve just taken, for good measure Oli and Paddy went a bit further to take a peek over the next, er, peak. I stayed behind to rest and take photos, sod it I’d earned it. The descent wasn’t as easy as I’d imagined, the snow was slushy as hell, very easy to get stuck, I buried my board about 3 foot deep at one point, digging it out wasn’t fun, lots of words beginning with F. A 156 park board with a pack on my back wasn’t the best idea. Next time I’ll take something more suitable, lesson learned. The beers (Humpers) at Monte Leone went down very well, we all felt totally knackered and sunburnt but all agreed that it’d been well worth the effort. We had a bit of a blowout at the local restaurant that night to reward ourselves.
Friday was yet another no-wind day. I’d started to think that the snowkiting was done for. Oli organised for a local paragliding Instructor, Raoul Geiger to meet up with us at Belalp so Paddy and myself could take a tandem flight with him. Paddy went first while we watched from far below. It looked insane but there was no way I was gonna back out. Once Paddy had landed and I’d gone up to the launch point with Raoul I was excited rather than nervous, couldn’t quite believe I was about to fly around the mountains on something that looked no different to my kites. The launch was the most hair-raising bit, I had to keep my snowboard straight and head off into…..well, nothing….before I knew it were airbourne, it was unbelievably exhilarating, we circled around a nearby ridge a few times catching the updraughts, then headed down and buzzed the restaurant where we’d left the others before flying low over the ski area and out over the valley towards Brig. Raoul let me fly for a bit, only two lines to pull, it didn’t take long to get the hang of it, we then made a very gentle landing in a field next to his house, he got me a beer and I waited for the others to drive back and meet me. What a brilliant experience, I’d wanted to try it for ages; it’d be hard to imagine a better place for it, a beautiful sunny day, the snow, the valley, the Matterhorn in the distance.
By this time the snow on the piste was in a pretty sorry state, thin in places and slushy as soon as the sun had got to it, we were wondering what to do for the last two days. Luckily the wind gods answered our prayers, Saturday came and the wind blew pretty much all day long, I was knackered after a few hours on my 13m Frenzy. Ditto for Sunday, started on the Frenzy but the wind picked up so I spent the rest of the day on my 10m Access.
Considering it hadn’t been the best season for snowfall, I had a really great time; the wind-free days were fully occupied with alternative activities, the paragliding being the obvious highlight. We didn’t make it to Grimsel, which I had hoped for, but that still leaves something new for 2012.
Thanks Stuart. That is all for this year from the mountains. I am already back in Pembrokeshire and have started running our summer courses and adventures. Check out www.thebigblueexperience.com for details of what we have on offer. Feel free to contact me on info@bigbluekitesurfing.com for more information. I will updating this blog more frequently with photos and information from the beach.
The details for next years Winter Holidays will be on the website by June.