Jan 1997 - Skiing in Klosters, SwitzerlandDaddy, Debby and I flew to Zurich, then took two trains to get to the Davos Skiing region. We stayed for the week in a small, rustic town, Klosters, and ate, well, crappy food, but loved the skiing and the foreign culture. The weather was fantastic as well - no clouds and it felt like 80 every day.
Deb had a terrible eye condition which left her stuck in the room on Codeine for two days, but after it went away we were healthy all week. Healthy and exhausted.
Each morning we hoisted our skis on our shoulders and hiked to the town lift. This first of two gondolas, cramming in more people than a Japanese subway car, would leave us off half-way up the mountain, where each day we took a different route to the top. T-bars, chairlifts, gondolas, and even tiny trains were used to bring us up the mountain. We had lunch every day on the slopes, outside in the sun, then skied down for dinner at out hotel before the sun set.
Nights left us little to do- darts became the main activity, with a few games of pool and what little rules we could recall for Backgammon to aid us. We figured, by weeks end, that we had drank, collectively, 60-70 bottles of coke. This family sure loves its Coke!
Enjoy the photos - taken by both Daddy and myself - and click on the thumbnails for larger photos.
The three of us together.
Portrait of Deb on the slope.
A sense of perspective.
Deb and Daddy poise on the edge of the cliff we liked to ski by. Over the edge of the cliff, you can see the town we stayed in.
Deb giving a confused finger to the Oompah band behind her. 16 horns and 8 percussionists, playing an afternoon, ski-side concert to such Oompah favorites as "Purple Rain", Songs from Grease, and "Too all the Girls I've Loved Before." It was a real hoot!
Daddy and Deb, with the Oompah band Behind them.
Deb, really cold, her gloves all wet from sweat, takes out her hands and warms them.
Daddy poises. Behind him the mountain train brings skiers back to the top of the mountain. Inside the trains, the floor is flat but the rest of the train is slanted to the slop of the mountain.
One of our typical lunches on the slope. The sun was so bright, daddy had to wear shades. My dish was Gershen-suppe, a local dish of grain and sausage. Deb's eating Bratwurst and Daddy spaghetti. Of course, the ever-present glasses of Coke stood in waiting.
Pretty picture of Daddy and Deb sitting as we wait for the gondola to take us across the mountain to another peak.
A funny close up of the above; Debby laughs while daddy makes a silly face.
Daddy poses facing uphill. Notice the t-bar in the sky behind returning to pick up new victims.
Great shot of Debby and I.
Picture of Daddy.
Good picture of Debby and I on the slopes.
We win! (fun being had by all...)
Excellent portrait of Debby and I.
Another good portrait of Debby and I - Daddy's on a roll.
The three of us together, exhausted.