Crash and Burn Baby
So, let’s see. Between the hours of travel squished in a tiny car with girls and too much gear (really just me) and wild parties there was another competition: Fieberbrunn, Austria. This was a quickie. Showed up, inspected the face in the fog, (ok everyone, pick a line.)
went to bed, played a bit of the hurry up and wait game, hiked to the top, (which was phenomenal!)
and within five minutes of reaching the summit I was ordered to go. Had a challenging line-really trying to push my own comfort level with the whole hucking off cliffs thing. Got lost, jumped anyway, rag dolled over some rocks, smashed my behind, got over it and enjoyed watching everyone else rip it up. Saw some really impressive lines from the ladies. Didn’t check out much more of the mountain because we had to be at the bottom just after the competition but it looked as if it had great potential. Seems the more East I travel in the Alps the less people ski off piste! A dream come true!
Glu Vin is another way to say “hot wine” and it is my FAV! Few cups of that started off the evening. Three bottles of Vodka between 8 people was the appetizer, off to the bar where we were entertained by an AWESOME HAIR BAND!!!! The 80’s birthday party in the Butte must have leaked across the pond. Rocked out to AC/DC, Metallica, White Stripes, G N’ R, you name it. Yes, there was stage diving. Next morning census was a 9.8 score for the Fieberbrunn after party.
The travel posse increased from three to six as we made our way back toward Mayrhoffen, Austria to hang out with the Kuzma twins for a few days. We were stopped for about an hour for a Carnival Parade. What I understand is that it’s Austria’s winter break for school kids and also a Mardi Gras celebration! Liz and I have been seeing full on costumes on the slopes; chickens, pigs, cows, doctors, crazy wigs, and this whole time we just thought it was silly Euros. Anyway, the parade was HYSTERICAL! About as politically incorrect and offensive as it gets-like the Butte when parades were fun. It began with the street sweepers harassing the onlookers. PS. The baby is smoking a cigarette…
Then we saw twenty plus Michael Jackson’s grabbing their balls and dragging a coffin thru the streets. Behind them was a sadistic doctor with a pile of drugs! 
It’s sunny and the snow is not so great so it’s time to tour, finally. I’ve carried my dang split board all over Europe so I’m really excited to climb up for a change.