The best place to celebrate your winter birthday is skiing. In the Alps. I went back to Austria. No castles though. But there was a world cup run. And I raced the Canadian. I killed it. And then I waited for the last portion of the hill for him. And waited. When he showed up, we started over and I killed it again. I love skiing. And winning. As a reward, I received a "Bester Skifahrer" (Best Skier) metal.
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| Tram to top of World Cup Run (not open). |
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| Bottom of World Cup Run. |
Lots of people turned up Saturday to ski. But magically, it snowed on Sunday and hardly anyone showed up. (For the record, I don't get this at all. I mean, it has not snowed much at all in Europe. And the mountains barely have any snow. So snow is a good thing. Go ski people.)
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| Lunch time. |
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| Deer stand (I believe) on the side of a run. |
Zauchensee also has a decent number of black runs. So I had a few challenging runs. Which I loved.
And a little church on the road.
Christine
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