When I count my blessings one of them is the introduction to ski touring through my father.
It’s an entirely different world up there. No view of streets, no sound of cars, no sight of houses or construction. Snow covered mountains as far as the eye can see – although with noticeably less snow and ice from year to year. Humbling.
And then this beautiful creature at the peak, briefly locking eyes with mine. It felt like it was asking me if we were out of our minds with what we are doing to our surroundings down in the valleys, reminding me of my responsibility.
Ibex (Steinbock) on Piz Muragl. In the background Piz Palü, Bernina and the glacier Morteratsch.
