| |
 |
| High
above Davos. Left to Right: Susanne, Ron and Monique |
| (As
is most often the case, Irmi can be found behind the camera.) |
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 |
| Irmi
-- the best-dressed woman above two thousand meters. |
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 |
| Saturday
-- minus sixteen degrees Celsius (three degrees Fahrenheit). I
have skied on |
| colder
days, but I really can't remember when. Modern Gortex clothing
protected well |
| enough,
except for the chin, lips and nose. Naturally, I forgot to bring
my balaclava. |
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 |
| Lunchtime
on a restaurant terrace, with Ron sporting new sun glasses. |
| (The
old ones, purchased in 1987, snapped in two from the bitter cold.) |
| A
clerk in the sports shop guaranteed that the new glasses would |
| make
me look cool. Who among us can resist such salesmanship? |
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 |
| Another
view of Davos, nestled in its own private valley. |
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 |
| December
(Christmastime), February (Fasching), and March (school holidays) |
| are
all busy months in the ski resorts; but January is relatively quiet and
far less |
| crowded.
Rooms in this idyllic chalet are available and at extremely good rates. |
| |
 |
| Having
carved our way down to the valley floor and unsnapped our skis, |
| we
were walking to a bus stop for a lift back to the hotel, when this old |
| house
caught our attention.. A thick layer of snow on the roof means |
| what?
(Good insulation!) Note the large icicles hanging from the eaves! |
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 |
| A
perfect skiing moment, featuring an endless panorama of snow-capped
mountain peaks, |
|
pure fresh air, the company of a beautiful woman, and . . . the latest
in stylish crash helmets! |
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| Until
next time, folks, auf Wiedersehen |
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