Hi folks. I’m currrently in Montebelluna, Italy, after a couple of tough but fun days on Dolomite snow. Montebelluna is where most of the world’s ski boots are made, or at least that’s the word. So over the next few days I hope to do some blogging about boot making.
I use the word “tough” because the ski tours we’re doing are not hit by huge numbers this time of year — reason being they get icy, have thin snow that doesn’t smooth terrain features such as rocks and steps, and ingress/egress can sometimes be a bit unpleasant if it involves bushwacking. They’re also tough for your intrepid Euro tourist because I’m feeling a bit worked from all the traveling, different food, and that sort of thing. This is a common syndrome for myself and many other soujourners; when the adrenalin and excitement wear off, you start to notice your stomach.
At any rate, we left Bad Haering on Friday evening, with Fritz at the wheel of his Skoda, making the incredibly curvy European mountain roads scream in submission. His words: “I’m lucky I was driving, otherwise I would have gotten sick.” Um, thanks Fritz for that observation.