So where's the snow?

Muddling through in Austria; God, life and a small black dog


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More snow and do I put my skis back on????

Shonfeld

I’d felt for a while that this year is make or break for the Langlaufing (Cross Country skiing), as I was getting fed up with my nerves and just not enjoying things.  When the snow had abated we went up to our favourite place, Schonfeld.  As we drove up there the roads were very snowy and I felt a sense of fear.  And I wasnt going to ski, so where did it come from? Was it just a fear of the big open spaces after having been down in the valley and even stuck in the flat?  No it was a fear of the sliding on the snow and seeing it as a negative,scarey thing.  I wasnt going to have this and determined to enjoy the afternoon.

We found a lot of the Loipes (runs) shut because of Avalanche warnings and the snow is very deep.  So we put on the snow shoes and walked along the runs they were very soft and deep despite being prepared. Someone made rude comments, but when we stepped off even the snow shoes didn’t stop us sinking nearly to the waist!  It was quite hard going – loads of calories burnt.  But I could feel myself looking at the ski slots and thinking, maybe I could do that. We enjoyed the snow and made our way home.

Weisspriach

The next day  had me waking with a similar gloom and we spent the morning faffing around buying a roof rack and me forgetting the Langlaufing shoes so we had to go home to fetch them.  A subconscious trying to delay things?  I’d felt for ages that the trail through the river valley of Weisspriach would be good and easy.  So under glorious blue skies we found the trail, and to my own surprise, I slapped the skis on and after about 200 yards of striding like a wooden board, I found myself loosening up.  The trail is nigh on flat,but I still felt the panic at a tiny slope. It was very warm, and beautiful.  We did approach a turn on a slight slope downhill and I took the skis off – then Dave had to pole himself around it, if only I’d known. 

Stunning weather!

 The snow was sticky and as we went back, I found myself welcoming a slight slope where I didn’t have to work so hard. I got back to the car park for the first time having enjoyed myself, actually having wanted to go a bit faster. I dint come down for several hours.  Maybe its a case of having overfaced myself too early. We’ll go back and   do more of this stretch – which ends at our favourite Dikler hut.  So I’m SO pleased its snowed so much that the easy low trails are installed, I can’t wait to get out again -What an about-face!


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Der Lungau, Four Years along -Winter

Schneeeeeeeee!

I wrote this last year, so may be a bit repetitive, we’ve more snow now too!

Four years, my the time goes by.  Life seems to be settling into a new, seasonal routine which makes all seem familiar and like home. It seems to be that the months after Christmas are the most boring, almost a time of hibernation.  I’d rather have the summer off like when I as at the Fortune Centre.  New Year begins with loads of fireworks like in England, but sometimes, they are just chucked about in the big parties in the square.  They’re never sold from a locked cabinet, although teenagers are banned from buying them. If you want you can buy Children’s fireworks – smaller versions of the adults ones -ahhh! If there’s enough snow, Dave and I can go Langlaufing or even falling over in the snow. 

This is because he works so many extra hours in the summer, he gets almost all of January and February off.  Even when I was with Lois it was quieter with him too.  Yet it’s so easy to get bored and into lassitude. Cabin fever even.  We did a lot of DIY last year, having tiled the kitchen, so much better than laminate, they actually seem to catch the heat of the wood stove – luvly.  We can’t garden until maybe the end of March as the ground is frozen! 

The year roles out thus. We have the Star singers – the three Kings come in January  (and always one blacked up!).  They raise money for charity, and get a cut, carefully negotiated with the Priest.  All the events I am talking about can be no doubt more accurately read about on the links I’ve put on the Blog.

The Stern singers

 Then it’s party time as there is a season of masked balls and then it’s Faschings or Shrove Tuesday, when there’s lots of parades in fancy dress – not quite like Rio de Janiro, ready for fasting time. We had a real laugh at the Mayor dressed as a Smurf.  These parades go back into folk history and have had people dressed as dancing bears and strange masked costumes.

Fasching parade

There’s Icestockshiessen parties- skittles on ice which we must learn how to do. Where England descends into debt and gloom after Christmas, Austria parties!  The farmers cut loads of timber before the sap rises, mainly by continually thinning, a far prettier way of clearing, but its amazing how they slide the trees down the hills for collection.