
We pushed along up a steeper hill and it was horrendous going. The base layer of the snow was like sand and we would either slip back or sideways. We were unbelievably slow and tired. It was like going up 3 steps, going back 2. But, again I thought about the children that I hope to help and the reason for doing this challenge and again it gave me strength. I just went on and on. At the top of the hill, we were both exhausted, but I just wanted to go on and push myself another 150 meters uphill so that we would have climbed 1050 meters. We stopped at the foot of a rock which looked like an indian american totem and we both named it "extreme mother".
The rest of the skiing was done in terribly unstable snow (the sand base layer), and we even had to put the skins back for another 45 minutes to reach the piste and ski back to the hotel as there was not enough snow to ski through the forest.
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