Austria - a Postcard from Bad Hofgastein in January 2014

It's a hard life in the Mountains

The Haitzingalm 2 man chair - a leisurely ride
Sunny back in the 30's
Most of the guests arrive one Saturday and are gone on the next. For us it is Groundhog Day or, more appropriately, Marmoltier Tag? Each week we see again the lost souls at the bus station trying to find their ski buses, the couples poring over their piste maps and others walking awkwardly in their hired boots and new brightly coloured ski jackets.
For us its a wonderful regular commute as we climb aboard the funicular railway with the familiar faces of the early morning skiers. The retired Chef who always stands in the same place in the Cable Car, the Professor from Vienna, the local Golden Girls and the ski instructors to name but a few. We do not have to check out the Mountain Huts to see which serves the best Strudel, we have tested them already. We know where we can get a nice morning coffee with a chocolate. We know which lifts open early and we head for the Weitmoser Sixer for a warm up run and then at around 9am for the Hohe Scharte two man chair. Fresh Coduroy or freshly fallen is the snow choice. No awkward bumps to negotiate or ridges made by the Snowboarders.
TW arrives later, she doesn't take the cable car, she prefers a slow and leisurely ride on the Haitzingalm two man chair. She knows when and where to go to practice her turns, always within reach of a comfortable chair.
Blue skies on the Haitzingalm
Morning Coffee - the view from the Haitzingalm
Fresh snow in January
On the Training Piste

Heading down to Bad Hofgastein
Sometimes the guests have difficulty with the routine. Some think they are here for a rest and struggle to make the 08:26 bus in the morning. They get their Size 12 Boots stuck in the door of the Senderbahn and stop the entire lift. Apparently its a design fault? They order a Strudel in Grossarl at a self service only to have it snatched by a sweet-toothed Lady Pensioner. A Schweinhaxe at the Bertahof is too big for them and the cooking of boiled eggs in the morning by yours truly is too inconsistent. Yes, for some skiing is tough. They think their ski hosts are trying to kill them but hey, its only Groundhog Day!
GDC joins a Groundhog at the Waldgasthof

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