This year the DYNAMIC DUO (DYNAMIC TRI when the fantastic YOUNG ZEUS joins!) ventured East into the sun and CHUCK FLANNEL skied Switzerland again! The son returns to his mother, son patrie!
First, we need to eat breakfast. The mug speaks truth to me, about me.
This was JOHNNY LIGHTNING's first time on the Continent and so I was the designated tour guide on both the cultural and ski level. It's important to get Johnny acquainted with the local flavors both human and liquid:
We arrived about a week after the ski area closed, and had it perfectly timed to hit the savage springtime wet slide season. All my great exciting ideas were puking their guts out onto the slopes below. This relegated us to intermediate skiing with nothing above us. In the Alps there's not much of this terrain. There's no surviving these avalanches. As my Swiss neighbor (the bearded dude above) said, "you might see them and be able to move out of the way but if they get you, you are going to die."
That being the way of the world, we spent a lot of time cruising the closed ski areas on slopes that I was familiar with, which did not have any overhanging terrain that would crush us. We saw avalanches every day. In this picture you can see the lifts in the background and compare the size of the slides with the machinery. It's fun! House size blocks? Check.
BUT SKIING IS SKIING DAMMIT. I love skiing! Do you love skiing? Who gives a crap that we're skiing rotten melted snow on intermediate resort slopes! We're skiing! Skiing is where I am at my happiest, my holiest, my cleanest. This is me, the skiing is me, I am the skiing. There is no spoon!