It started with a rainy and cloudy morning on the lake. The clouds came down, delivering precipitation and grey sentiments. While our Mark Warner hotel was wonderful and a perfect sanctuary, we couldn't hibernate all day. So we left, in search of coffee, breakfast and new ski gear.
We walked along the lake side, watching the clouds roll in.
Cat and Pete, gorgeous as ever couldn't resist but induce perfect laughter into the situation.
We continued into town, meandering through the streets.
It was the staffs day off, and after a huge lunch and many drinks, we enthusiastically clambered up the hillside to a series of jumps and great music
The next morning saw AJs birthday, we started the day on the soft powder slopes of Kaprun.
With my technique evolving from extreme snow plough to controlled parallel I couldn't be happier than with the soft snow and fantastic conditions on the 3,000m mountain. While the skilled seasonaires took to the extreme off piste slopes with immense confidence, I evolved into the easy reds, carving my way through the fresh snow.
AJ, after suffering a sprain, caught up with my pace. The birthday boy smiled, cracking the ice that had formed in his beard. It took me back to a night deep in the Arctic circle a few years back. In the cold, my eyelashes froze, while the guys beards solidified too.
After a few runs and injuries, we reconvened, initially in the ice bar on Kaprun. Seeing the Audi I excitedly missed my German engine, wondering when I could find a chance to exceed my speed records. Then I thought, if I can handle 130mph, I can take the slopes with even greater speed, it changed my mindset and approach to turning fast.
However, we then moved onto shots and beer, derailing all good intentions!
The next morning, with the sun beaming down over Zell am Zee, we headed out up onto the mountain.
We took the gondola on foot rather than ski. The week had been slightly extreme, causing injuries between the gang. Sans ski was great though as it gave incentive for further beer under the warm sun.