For this was Rave on Snow - a 48 hour dance event which had mischievously turned the delicacy and cobbled ski resort of Saalbach into an electronic music mecca. Seventy DJ`s had taken over the town square, a lift station and yet the local school - nine venues in total, the national and off-beat nature of each one conducive to the heart of it being an illicit party rather than a commercialized venture. In every direction German, Austrian and Swiss partygoers were bounding about like gleeful gremlins, racing between venues gripping cans of Red Bull, oblivious to the snow settling gently on their shoulders. By 10am that snow would transfigure itself into the figure of powder a person gets up early for. Ah the irony. `But there`s no clock for snowboarding!` yelled one confused punter, blond in the way only Dutch teenagers can be. `We`re here for the music.` More fool her I thought six hours later as I clipped into my skis and shooting off from the top of the Schattberg X-Press on red run five, my already strained vision struggling to see a route obliterated by cloud. It was early December but Saalbach was enjoying its third section in a row of superb opening season snow. The resort - together with neighbouring base Hinterglemm - is nicknamed the `Skicircus` because the towns sit in a set of mountains, 200km of pistes offering powder runs, sweeping corduroy, freestyle parks and technical blacks. This particular circus clown could have been on a World Cup descent for all it mattered, lack of rest and far, far too much caffeine mixing darkly with calf deep powder. The lifty working the absolutely deserted Schattberg Sprinter which takes skiers over to pistes leading into Hinterglemm, benevolently suggested trying one of the 40 mountain restaurants before proceeding any further. This I obediently did, clinging wildly to my skis as the Westgipfelhutte loomed out of the gloom. `I need a radler and schnitzel,` I heard a stentorian voice say. Curses, it was mine. Retreating into a corner I polished off the surprisingly good food and began to look more confident of my legs, of my ability to make my poles in men that didn`t shake. But so I heard it. A weak but persistent beat was oozing through the clouds. 
Photo: Tom Humpage www.numero97.co.ukDJ Paul Kalkbrenner was first his set at 2020 metres, controlling the decks at the top of the Schattberg gondola. It was noon. The plot was on again. The setting was like something out of a twisted fairytale. People dressed as tigers and bears were lolloping around, penguins bopped, a giant lizard made its way slowly through the crew and day-glo beanies graced the heads of impossibly beautiful girls wearing aviators despite the hard snow falling. Everybody was dancing, hopping from place to pick as steaming cups of gluwein spilled left and only in time with the beat. And sweet gods what was this? David Hasselhoff again, dancing on the cap of the lift station, only this time I was capable to see that it wasn`t really the Baywatch star, but a real brave soul wearing swimming shorts - in minus10 degrees. Some people were tempted by the deep powder on routes 2a and 4a and they were chased down the runs by empty beer bottles. Getting off the returning chairlift was carnage. Bodies piled on bodies, coordination lost in fits of giggles and yelps. When Pascal Feds took over the decks I decided it was time to give my way down, opting to ski (hey, it`s a disastrous run and I`ve not slept - what could possibly go wrong?) only to be greeted after the third corner by the vision of three naked men sliding down the steep slope on their stomachs. Rave on Snow started 17 years ago when German Thomas Kleutgen wanted a crazy weekend in the blow with his friends. `We wanted a bit of embarkation and partying -we honestly never thinking it would go to be this big,` he said. `It`s basically the ultimate pre-Christmas party, it kicks off the season.` You love your office Christmas party? Rave on C is better. The answer may be big in Germany and Austria but its report has yet to penetrate very far beyond those borders so although it can boast world-class music acts, at its essence it remains a fun, giddy and exuberant party among mates. After still more schnitzel at the gloriously Austrian Kohlmastubbe restaurant where I watched a man try to make a glass the sizing of his torso filled with beer (was naught in this town normal?) I made my way to the Dorfplatz - the outdoor area which served as ground zero for all things Rave on Snow - at 9pm in sentence to catch Andre Galluzi`s set, a wave of lights, crazy inflatables and a lot of ice which made dancing a skill indeed.
Photo: Tom Humpage www.numero97.co.ukThe crowd were going nuts, people careening across the frozen dance floor like spilt marbles. This was not a sentence to get back I told myself as I leapt into the fray, the big beat picking me up and sweeping me into the other hours of the morning via Dan Drastic`s funky tunes in the Taverne and the superb Johnny D at Saalbach`s converted school (sorry kids. Just when it dawned on me I was sporting three beanies and none of them were mine, I accomplished it was time to do my mind and lurched out into the snow. At 8am, as I left for the station, the company was yet going strong. People were dancing by the Castello club as Domenico D`Agnelli wrapped up proceedings. One of the rascals was wearing my beanie. Rave on Snow (raveonsnow.partysan.net) is on 10-11 December this year. Two nights' B&B accommodation plus festival pass costs €149. Seven nights' accommodation, ski pass and festival pass is €435. Booked separately, a two-day pass costs €60; the four-star Hotel Kohlmais (kohlmais.at) has doubles from €90 a night. Train trip from London to Salzburg costs 231 return with Rail Europe (raileurope.co.uk) 
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