Whether it’s the Weissbier or WildSnow Louie, stuff in this country goes down. This is a story in pictures about an American guy, Austrian friends, a train, a bit of snow, lots of cameras, and a gasthaus.
Louie and I have been on a furious journey through Greece. The combination of skiing, driving and sightseeing was amazing, but we’d been hauling huge ski bags all over creation and not using them near enough. We had tickets to Austria, where we were told there was virtually no natural snow and people were skiing on “white stripes between fields of green grass.” I suggested to Louie we could do office work and visit museums. He said his travel insurance could change his ticket home to an earlier flight. Days earlier. What could I offer in response to that except a nod?
Then it snowed. We toured one day with friends in the Kitzbühler Alpen; next day just the two of us returned for dessert. In the tradition of internet trip reports with WAY too many photos of ourselves, can you make it through to the end?