Greer headed back to London and Todd, Kate, and I headed to Nebelhorn for some more skiing. The fresh snow dump from yesterday had left lots of delicious powder on the mountain. We now had the opposite problem. There was too much snow and the long blue run at the top of the mountain was closed meaning Kate had a tiny section of ski-able mountain to use. Todd and I did a couple or runs down through the powder. I loved it. Mmmm. We tried our hands (legs) at a couple of black runs without any major damage.
Above: Todd and Kate avoiding the elements at the Nebelhorn ski field.
We skied off the mountain in the evening. Kate tried her first red run. Brave I thought. She walked some of the nasty steep icy bits but put in a good effort. Half way down she took a dislike to one of the marker poles and attacked it viciously. It survived but was badly shaken. Kate just grinned.
Above: Todd and Kate ski off the mountain. The snow machines were lit-up like flares and roared like small jet engines.
Below: Kate and Todd skiing off Nebelhorn.
Below: Skiing at the Sealpe Nebelhorn.
We went out in search of German food for dinner. Katha came over later and we all hung out in my candle lit flat again.
Above: My dinner was a tin-foil turkey with edible potato, turkey, and salad bits.