I went skiing again, this time for a weekend in Austria. The skiing itself wasn't remarkable--though it might have been with fresh snow--but the sceneray was. Coming from CO, I am not unaccostomed to impressive views, but in Bad Gastein, there wasn't just one or two snowy peaks to be admired from a vantage point at the top--we were completely surrounded by spectacular panoramas. Pretty much every place I stopped to look around warranted a "slika break".
I am still in awe of the fact that I was able to hop on a train in the morning in Zagreb, and and be in Austria by lunchtime. The train brought us practically to the doorstep of our hostel, which was a five minute walk from the ski lift. The hostel was really clean and nice and it was fun to meet people from all over. There was a strong international flavor to the whole town. Just walking down the street or riding up a ski lift, I could hear about five different languages. I was able to ride up a lift in one town, ski through another, and end my day in a third. Most of the mountain was above treeline, so as someone put it, the groomed trails were more like sugestions, though the spring conditions made them strong sugestions, as I do not care for heavy untracked crud.
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