We had heard a lot of rumors about a small village called Engelberg and seen all the amazing pictures from Swedish photographer Oskar Enander. There seem to be something special about this place that we felt the urge to explore our self. Before our first trip to Engelberg, we always went to some French resort. They were not bad, not bad at all but from the moment we got to ski classic runs like the Laub or Galtiberg in waist deep powder we really never looked back. Engelberg came to be the place we returned to every winter for many years. A true love story.