(Part of the confusion stemmed from the incorrect and clearly contraindicated use of Li batteries in some older DTS units at Jackson that weren’t even owned by the ski patrol, but somehow this got, well, confused!) Three T2 units did have cracked solder on the loudspeaker wiring, but that was it. Re BCA T2, turns out to have been a false alert. Mounting up a heavy & narrow alpine downhill ski is going back to the 1980s. Why not just get the current Broad Peak or Nanga Parbat instead? Or competitors from Trab, Movement, Dynastar (Euro distribution only), or Fischer (ditto). Hope Fritz is making great desserts for you too!Īviator, the GII has been discontinued for two years now. He heads home Sunday, and will prepare Kaiserschmarrn for his farewell party Saturday night. The long drives (ie more than 15min each way) and minimal gemutlichkeit apres ski events took some getting used to.Īfter the first couple days of knee deep powder, he asked “Why do you bother to come to Austria?” After the first couple weeks of knee deep powder, he asked “Can we ski somewhere with less snow?” He is finally getting used to tree skiing, which if tried in Austria, results in major base damage. It seems a good time for Austrians to finally venture away from their own paradise, since they have pretty lean conditions this year.Īlfred arrived February 22, and daily powder dumps every day since then have occurred we are thinking of holding him here forever! After skin glue failure the first day when we told him we do laps in the USA, not just one up trip to a summit, he spent the evening regluing and has adapted well to our style of skiing. Instead I have been trying to follow MY Austrian friend Alfred Sperlich from Innsbruck uphill the past couple weeks as I showed him around Washington state ski terrain.
Wow! Been too busy until today to keep up with wildsnow blogs. I guess the flowers I bought her did the trick. Amazing she didn't just give up on me right then and there. When my future bride visited, that was her entrance. To reach our front doors off the street, each trailer had a plank over the vaporous trench. After a week or so of not being able to use our bathrooms, most park residents just started flushing anyway, resulting in the ditches the drunks had dug becoming open sewers reminiscent of something in a Peruvian barrio. Only they hired some drunks off the Tavern bar stools to do the work, which as a result moved decidedly slow. When Lisa first visited, the park owners had dug up the endlessly clogged sewer lines to ostensibly do an upgrade. That was more than 20 years ago, and the funky trailer house is pretty much as we left it, and now one of the oldest remaining mobile homes in the park. As a career carpenter at the time, I extensively remodeled the trailer but kept the 1950s 'look' it presented.
When Lisa and I first got together we owned and lived in this trailer in Woody Creek.
A bit of the Lou and Lisa Dawson family origins.
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