One of the most fun things this ward does is participate in the Klondike derby in Kandersteg,
Lots of families come down with the scouts and we all hang out while the scouts participate in all kinds of snow, survival and scouting exercises. The boys took second this year.
We ended up in 2 different houses, because there just wasn't room enough for everyone that wanted to come. We did all have dinner together and play games together at least once, however. Every night we had kind of a potluck. At least we ended up sharing our food with lots of scouts- as we were in the house with the scouts. Luckily, I brought tons, since I figured that might happen.
When we pulled into town the first night, we were a little depressed. There wasn't any snow! It ended up snowing that night and the entire next day. The scouts had 3 teams and 3 sleds that they used throughout the day.
We went out and watched for a little while. We watched them have to find a baby in the snow and treat it's injuries. The group before them had the baby all wrapped up in an emergency blanket and someone had taken off their coat and wrapped it around it. Our boys, used a scarf to tie the baby to a shovel- as a backboard- and didn't do anything else in the way of hypothermia. They ended up getting the same points. Hmmm. When the other group was done, they placed the baby back where it belonged. Ours threw the baby with the shovel.
We also went walking downtown. We had a wonderful talk with a lady all about languages and the festival that started that weekend. They went around in old fashioned clothing and used old fashioned skates and sleds during the festival.
Sunday, we had a nice devotional and then went with a bunch of other to the ski hill to sled. European sledding is crazy- steep, long with some hairpin turns. Wipe outs are normal. They recommend you wear a helmet. We declined. You take the gondola up to the top of the hill and then you walk and sled and walk and sled until you get to the steep part that takes you all the way to the bottom.
Because of the new fallen snow, the powder showered us like crazy as we went down on the first run, freezing us to death. We got some more gear and wrapped up tighter for the next run. Just as we hit the steep hill part, there was a big back up of scouts in a tour group. Some of them obviously weren't used to how steep it would be and somehow someone stopped in the middle of one of the steepest parts. How you do that, I will never know. But it caused our group to pile up on top of him. One of the runners was up and I slammed right into it with my left leg. That hurt a lot. I ended up getting back on to my sled and made it to the bottom. By then it was time for lunch, so we walked to our van and sat down to eat. I decided to look at the leg. Rob said, "no, don't look at it!" I did anyways. As soon as I pulled up my ski pants, I saw the blood seeping through. Sure enough- I needed stitches.
We taped it together as well as we could. I was determined to do more runs. Sledding is just as expensive as skiing there, since you use the same lift. But as soon as I got up, I almost fainted. I tried several times to sit and then get up again and each time I almost fainted or threw up. Finally, I let them take me back to the cabin. We stopped at the scout hut and the doctor- one of the Laundstuhl doctors took a look. He told me that I needed 4 stitches or if I didn't mind a scar- steri strips. He was just leaving for a scout outing and wouldn't be back until 4:30 pm, so I chose the steri strips. He gave me the supplies and I did it myself. After that, I had to lie down for a good hour. Joseph stopped sledding the same time as me. He had gone off the side of a cliff once and over the sides of hills a couple of times. Max and Sam quit soon after. Sam never dresses warm enough, no matter how much we try to get him to.
Emma was the only one that got the whole 6 runs in with Rob. It takes about an hour to complete each run, so you really can only get 6 done in a day.
We also celebrated Emma's and my birthday while we were there. Emma is 19-1.
On the way home we stopped in Zurich for some fresh Lindt chocolate at the chocolate factory.
We enjoyed our trip, despite the injuries and cold.
Switzerland is a beautiful place! We enjoyed our adopted son for the weekend, too.