By N. Eardley-Wilmot
THERE was much rejoicing amongst our small circle of ski-runners last winter when a two days’ tour was announced; and it proved a most successful undertaking, in spite of the fact that the party included three ladies, two of these being novices of unlimited enthusiasm but comparatively small experience. We took advantage of a period of fine weather, and started out one afternoon up the valley, intending to sleep the night in the Hospiz near the top of the pass. Most of us carried “Rucksacks” containing the necessities of life reduced to their simplest expression, but in the light of subsequent events, even nightshirts and toothbrushes proved to be the merest superfluities.
We accomplished the first stage of the journey without any difficulty, but soon after that a fine mist came on and rendered progress difficult. It was impossible to see more than three or four yards ahead, and we had to stumble along as best we could, keeping close together in single file. This method of proceeding was both arduous and irritating, as it was difficult in the obscurity to avoid treading on the ski of the person in front, while one could only observe that the track had taken an upward direction by the person immediately ahead slipping back and clutching and stamping about in the dark. This occasionally gave rise to a horrible confusion of legs, ski, and sticks, accompanied by a growing conviction that if one did not instantly become disentangled one would be left behind and lost in the darkness.
Under these conditions it became imperative to refrain from recrimination of any kind, and I think we all tacitly agreed that, in our present situation, it would be highly undesirable to “add to the evils of life the bitterness of controversy.” This philosophic detachment might, perhaps, have been more deserving of praise had not the situation presented certain humorous aspects which it was impossible to overlook, and which enabled us to endure the vicissitudes of the road with equanimity.
I had really just given up all hope of ever getting anywhere, when suddenly the hut loomed through the fog, and in a moment cold and fatigue were forgotten in the prospect of the cheery hospitality and shelter that awaited us within. Dinner was quickly prepared, and all thought of our phantom-like march up the pass in the cold and the dark was dispelled by the entrance of the good lady of the kitchen with steaming soup. This was followed by “Kalbschnitzel,” a German dish, the precise nature of which baffles enquiry, and then we concluded with a libation of cherry brandy and “Glühwein.”
We were a very convivial party, and all did their best to contribute to the general amusement. One of the ladies sang a Norwegian song, which was received with much enthusiasm, although it is probable that the true significance of the ditty remained hidden from most of the listeners. Others less richly endowed with musical talent related anecdotes, not the least remarkable of which was a description of how a dried plum proved the means of restoring a tired ski-runner to life. It is also worthy of note that before the end of the evening an anonymous individual established a record in the consumption of “Glühwein.”
We did not separate till late. The accommodation was limited; and, as you never know your luck in these kind of places, it was universally agreed that undressing should be reduced to a minimum. Among the ladies there was a tacit understanding that only the most perfunctory attempt at toilet would be considered desirable, and this arrangement was conducive to complete harmony. Next morning everybody was down by ten o’clock. The proprietor of the Hospiz appeared to be a humble-minded man of great complaisance. He showed his sense of the fitness of things by providing us with a substantial breakfast, to which we did ample justice. Unfortunately, however, he was less successful in his manipulation of the telegraphic receiving apparatus that was installed in a corner of the coffee-room. When engaged with this instrument he seemed to spend most of his spare time winding himself up in several hundred feet of tape, which he would contemplate mournfully, shaking his head the while, and deploring in apologetic mutterings his inability to decipher a single sentence. This state of things was not at all remarkable, as his machine required adjusting in several parts, and, was mostly responsible for the misinterpretation of a telegram that was destined for us; and that delayed our start by a couple of hours. We had previously been given to suppose that two more ski-runners were to join our party, but as by twelve o’clock they had not put in an appearance, we started off on the ascent without them.
The scenery was most beautiful, and up to a certain point the climbing proved very easy. The sun had not yet topped the mountains, and the valley lay below us in a deep fold of shadow, while, high up above our heads the snow-lined ridges stood out, carved in rugged relief against the brilliant sky. At one point we crossed a glacier, and the formation of the snow in several places was most curious. We did not negotiate the last part of the ascent, which was steep and rocky, until after lunch, when we took off our ski and climbed up on foot. This was a very laborious proceeding, as we not infrequently sank up to the waist in soft snow; but we were rewarded on reaching the summit by a magnificent panorama of mountain scenery,
It is not my intention at this point to expatiate upon the beauties of the Alps. This is done so frequently with such doubtful success that I am inclined to think its omission will not excite a burst of resentful criticism. One should be grateful for small mercies, I fancy I hear a reader remark. Well, of course, that is another way of putting it. I will merely observe that the view from the summit was extremely beautiful, and thence pass on to more practical considerations. There was an icy wind blowing, the kind of wind that penetrates through every stitch of one’s clothing. We condensed our admiration for the scenery into a few short minutes; and, the usual number of cameras having been let off in various directions, we commenced our descent, which, after a few cautious plunges, ended in a precipitate and undignified slide in a sitting position.
We then resumed our ski, and the fun began in earnest. I cannot help thinking that, as far as sheer excitement goes, the novice gets as much, if not more, enjoyment on ski than the expert. The sensation of intense exhilaration when starting down a slope, coupled with the delightful feeling of uncertainty as to one’s ultimate fate, fill the novice with joyful emotion as his ski bear him along in a downward rush. His control over them is extremely limited, but he feels that he is slowly advancing to the much-desired goal of complete mastery. His career may terminate in an inglorious somersault, and he may be left behind spluttering in a cloud of snow while those more skilful shoot past him; still he re- mains undaunted, and cheerfully maintains that a rough and tumble in the snow is by no means the least enjoyable part of the performance. It may be argued that from a lady’s point of view this is not so; that ladies have no liking for somersaults, and other violent disarrangements of their persons. I have not noticed this aversion among ladies who make a practice of going on ski, and have certainly never felt it myself. Perhaps the overcoming of this prejudice should be accounted one of the most convincing arguments in favour of the irresistible attractions of ski-running. On arriving at the Hospiz where we had spent the night, we bade farewell to our host after a short halt, and then resumed our downward journey, arriving home in time for dinner, which formed a fit conclusion to a most successful and enjoy- able tour.
Foremost among the few general observations which may not be altogether un- suitable here, I should like to mention an entirely unfounded notion which pre- vails among the uninitiated in this country, that ski-running requires a strength of physique not possessed by women as a rule. In my opinion, there is no more risk for women in ski-running than in any other of their sports. Great physical strength is of minor importance. A woman who is sound in wind and limb, and who has sufficient personal courage to sail her own boat, drive her own motor, and compete with other women at golf, skating, swimming, tennis, etc., is amply qualified to become a first-class ski-runner. Skill is the main thing-that is to say, accuracy of balance and a quick eye for country. If to these there be added a measure of steady nerves and pluck, staying power and strength will, by and by, come of their own accord.
I believe it has been privately asserted by men, very privately, of course, and only when emboldened by the absence of their wives, that women are a doubtful blessing It is interesting to note that on tour. rumours of such statements are discussed by those against whom they are levelled without the slightest tinge of acrimony. There can be no doubt that some women are a nuisance on tour, for the same reason that makes their presence a nuisance everywhere else; but this may be said with equal justice of some types of men. If a woman has had the necessary amount of experience to enable her to undertake tours without fear of over-fatigue, and if she is not the type of person just mentioned, there is every reason to believe that her presence will not be disagreeable to others.
No one will deny that women are much more obedient on tour than men. They will not dream of discussing or deviating from such directions as the leader of the party may think fit to issue, and they never give annoyance by going off on other tracks and, perhaps, obliging the whole party to wait or search for them.
Of course, women should endeavour to give a minimum amount of trouble, and all offers of assistance should be graciously but firmly declined unless absolutely necessary. I think most women have the sense to see that those who exact an undue share of attention are nearly always voted bores; and, if they do not immediately perceive it, some fair companion will, sooner or later, give them a pointed demonstration of this principle. I have never heard of men grumbling at women for continually requiring assistance, and I am inclined to think this may be taken as a sign that, after all, there is not so much to complain about.
One important rule for women is, that they should carry their own rucksacks containing their gear for the day and night. Needless to say, this should be reduced to a minimum. I would suggest a spare pair of gloves, a sweater, a sponge, and a toothbrush. Flannel nightdresses, peignoirs, etc., must be regarded as luxuries to be discarded, as their additional weight is sure to become burdensome. A brush and comb might be included, but these are by no means indispensable. The above suggestions would, of course, be modified according to the length of the tour; but the articles mentioned are quite sufficient for one night. The most suitable dress for a lady on such excursions is a flannel shirt, knickerbockers, and a very short skirt of some smooth serge or cloth. Gaiters are excellent things for novices to keep out the snow, but can be discarded by the expert. It is essential that the cap worn should have flaps to protect the ears in a cold wind; and, of course, only silk, wool, or flannel should be worn next the skin.
Another most important rule, which applies to men just as much as to women on tour, is that cheerfulness becomes a duty when fatigue or discomfort have to be endured. Nothing damps the spirits of a party so much as the frequent grumblings and complainings of a gloomy person; whilst, on the other hand, everyone has experienced the helpfulness of a cheery word spoken at the right moment.
My last remark is for ladies only. It should be remembered that no mere man can ever venture to become surly as long as the ladies of the party remain good tempered under adverse circumstances.
From: Year Book of the Ski Club of Great Britain, 1907, p29-31