Yeah, yeah, last day of skiing.
This time I think I mean it. I decided to treat myself to a present of mid-week, spring skiing in the Southern reaches of Austria. Not far from the Italian border, but hemmed in by 3,000 meter + peaks and a handful of glaciers.
With glaciers up top, and nearly 6,000 feet of vertical, it was a tiring day. Cheers to Andrew for driving the whole way there and back-- and putting up with my incessant desire for we'll have to commit to this line if we just look over that next ridge and ski the off-piste area back to the lift.
Well, we both survived. And at the bottom of the Ziller valley we were greeted with afternoon temperatures approaching 70 F degrees. Not too shabby considering the at least waist-depth snow up at around 3,000 meters.