Festi Ridge after the snow

For more than a week, I had been lying low in Zermatt with Lars, because of bad weather. A landslide had cut off the village from the rest of the country for a few days, one evening all the power in the village was gone, and all the time the raging river had threatened to swallow up the lowest part of the village. But the danger was remedied with loads of sand bags. The snow line was descending day after day, but finally weather cleared, and after a few days the slopes had stabilized so much that we were able to get high up in the mountains again.