Schrankogl

Short skin up Daunscharte from the wonderful LIFTS and then a good 1000 meters of rolling glacier.





Then we skinned again.



For a long while



Through the scenery





of springtime in the Alps.



Random picture of our bad ass crew. L to R: Bad ass telechick fiddling with bad ass telebindings. Manu, Bad ass girlfriend of my Bad ass ski buddy Simon, not pictured. Sylvia, Bad ass mom of Bad ass ski buddy Simon. Jogi, Bad ass mofo and teamriding industry ho. We are all very extreme.



We are not there yet.




Simon’s birthday is coming up. Manu and Sylvia discuss party preparations. It will be a Bad ass party so I tilted the camera.



Everything was fine and dandy for the first 1000 or so meters of skinning, then I got a headache from the sun and a cough fom my cold. At this point we started bootpacking up a ridgeline with 28 false summits. Manu and Sylvia left most of their gear, the others and I carried a lot of heavy shit.

Side note: Not only can I breath only marginally through my nose, my ears haven’t popped for three days. As long as I am more than 2000 meters above sea level, I feel fine. As soon as I leave the mountain an invisible pillow appears around my head and dampens all noise. I can hear myself breath a lot louder than I can hear my roommates talk about the lack of biodegradable trash bags we are currently suffering or my classmates sharing their frustration about our collective inability to calculate the eigenmodes of a hurricane and why is professor W. so fixated on the god damn hurricanes anyway. Please cry me a river.



The cross is to tell you when you are at the top.



Simon looking ike I feel. (Austria is flat and boring.)



We signed the summit register and could finally go home. Jogi, Simon and I skied from the summit. Manu and Sylvia were pissed they had left their skis and had to climb back down the ridge.






After the first northfacing pitch that matched ourselves in radicalness, we had a lot more rolling glaciers and slush and finally a trail full of sled ruts (wooden sleds, not braap sleds). 3000m of skiing and we only climbed about half. HAHAHA.

Looking back:



Someone pointed out to me that I have a sunburn. Oh, you don't say?