This week was very unusual in that I was able to both go skiing and get a ride in on the motorcycle. What could be better?
My wife, daughter and I went skiing for a week in southern Austria as a Christmas present to each other. Although the part of the country north of the Alps was literally buried in up to three meters of new snow, cutting off entire areas, the town we visited in Kärnten/Carinthia is on the southern slopes of those high mountains, and had more wind than anything else. The ski areas were able to make enough of the white stuff to provide good skiing, however, and we enjoyed a few days carving our way down uncrowded slopes. At times, the sun even managed to pierce the heavy cloud cover, and Austrian hospitality and good Apfelstrudel made for a great time.
The higher elevations (here at the Ankogelbahn, at just under 3000 meters) did have a lot of snow however, and there was a very real danger of avalanches. Although the operators warned everyone to stay on the prepared slopes, the temptation to head down through the deep snow that covered the off-limits areas was just too great for some people.
Whoever put this sticker on a mailbox in the train station in Bad Gastein certainly had a sense of humor! Sometimes you really do have to be careful what you wish for.
Meanwhile, back in Berlin, the weather has continued to be mild, and there’s no snow in sight. There has been talk of another “Beast of the East” rolling in, but so far this has not materialized. Not wanting to let an opportunity to ride go to waste, I hopped on the Himalayan this morning and headed into the city to work, all the while dreaming of longer journeys to come in the spring. I’ve only ridden a few hundred miles on this bike, but already feel very much at home on her.