The Fulen, as seen from nearly the top of the Rossstock, on exactly the border between kanton Uri and Schwyz. This is inner Switserland, where many tourists drive past on their way to the big well known resorts that are higher.
To reach this spot, we took a winding mountainroad that is too small for two cars to pass each other, and onto an old quaint lift where one pays the liftlady, chats about the weather, and then gets hoisted up four people per liftride maximum:
After which you put the skins on your skis and walk up the remaining 900 or so heightmeters.
Surface hoar. Everywhere where the sun and the wind do not touch, it is building.
The view from the picnic spot. The signage is for the summer hiking trails.
This is where we go down: around the windblown ridge of snow and then down a 40 degree slope into the well preserved snow of the northeast flank of the rossstock. Every other aspect of the mountain had severely windblown and/or melted and then refrozen snow, variations of cardboard or a tough upper layer that just does not hold your weight. (it is more a terrible thing for skieers even then for snowboarders) Avy warning 2 that day. Pretty solid conditions, all considered.
Nice country, this.