The end of the vanlife stage was marked by mishaps. One of them was that while climbing I permanently damaged my middle finger joint cartilage, which put a big question mark over my future climbing.
Instead of falling deep into depression, my best therapist, aka my wife, suggested to explore other sports which previously were shadowed by the king of all sports.
That’s how skiing came to light.
In the past we skied a bit, but just a bit. We even did a skitour. The season began with a poor technique and very ungraceful movements. Luckily, some buddies patiently waited for us even on a powder day.
All weekends and some weekdays before work of 2018/2019 winter and spring unintentionally got allocated for skiing. Checking snow reports (big up to wepowder.com), deciding where to drive (being based next to Northern Alps has some advantages) became part of a daily routine. Our minds got obsessed with where to get the best powder.
After the first true season I can say that a powder skiing on a bluebird day with friends is the best mother nature’s gift for mankind!
The skis have been already sharpened and waxed for the upcoming season