It looks like muted ballet in the dark, something from a silent movie. The lights glide effortlessly, up and down the mountain, across the white mass in the all-enveloping darkness. Every night the same performance – it is the snow groomers, creators of the pristine trails we wake up to every ...

It looks like muted ballet in the dark, something from a silent movie. The lights glide effortlessly, up and down the mountain, across the white mass in the all-enveloping darkness. Every night the same performance – it is the snow groomers, creators of the pristine trails we wake up to every ...