It is perhaps the last summer weekend for this year with predicted temperatures of up to 26°C and we go skiing. My youngest one wanted us to go.
But it is a very extraordinary skiing on this white mountain. This is because Monte Kaolino is a 120m high sand hill. The only sand ski hill worldwide, including a fixed lift. One could go down the sand piste in swimming clothes but with our skiing injuries would be pre-programmed. This hill was heaped up from 32 million tons of quartz sand and falling on it at high speed results in painful grazes. I.e. long trousers are required. In return one can recover afterwards at the heated dune pool.
I am taken by the fantastic view. My youngest one prefers the about 1km long coaster on this mountain. Upwards the trip is only 250m but with a 55% acclivity. Like at the dentist, one is pushed into the seat. On the way down, one rides at fast pace several 180 degree curves, waves, steep turns and jumps. Maximum speed is 40 km/h. Since my youngest one is not allowed to go alone, we always ride together. I have respect for all coasters and I trust technology only conditionally. Can I really rush non-braked into a curve without risking that we fly out of the track? With my mistrust it is only logical that I brake before curves and my junior is annoyed.
Our time record so far is 33.6 km per hour. I know that this is not spectacular. My junior always tries to motivate me not to brake. At our last ride of the day the measurement showed 34.1 km/h. I was so proud. And my youngest one said: “You did great, really great.” And then there was a small pause and he was thinking. “Since you are in such good shape, don’t we want to try it again so that we finally go as fast as all the other boys do?”
My pride ended up in smoke. But we did not go again. Better swimming. The slide at the pool is also fast and curvy.