The hordes on the other side of the valley mustn't have known what they were missing. Colonel Phil and myself had liberated ourselves from the shackles of groomed piste and ski lift. Skinning up through forest and open hillside a narrow ridge lead to the summit of the Stuckkogel (1888m). The magnificent vista being all the better for being earned by a thousand metres of climb. With skins removed we shot down through the deep snow before making the short re-ascent to the Hochetzkogel (1738m). The link back to our starting point at Oberaurach provided a bit of a sting with the crossing of the steep and thickly wooded ravine that runs from between the two peaks. I knew the ground was getting steep when I found myself pulling on the upper branches of trees for support. Thankfully the sweat and tears were short lived and the glide down through the snow covered alpine pastures brought an end to a fantastic finale to our weeks skiing.
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