On my first ascent it was a nice, but quite a warm day, with not so much snow on the summit slope. Still we were skiing from the top. That day I was a victim-driver, my wife and our friend were skiing all the way down towards the South.
On my second ascent (May 12th, 2001) it looked like we'll have a nice weather, but above on the West ridge it was stormy and we had to turn back those 50 meters below the summit. We didn't even see how to ski down over the corniche into the southern slope. Below it was much better and we all returned to Elendgrube.
"So I was sitting in my cubicle today, and I realized, ever since I started working, every single day of my life has been worse than the day before it. So that means that every single day that you see me, that's on the worst day of my life."
--Peter Gibbons (Office Space)