The mountains are for alpine activity. Even if you don't have own a bobsled or have access to the ski jump, there's downhill and cross-country. With the snow level rising all the way to 2,000 meters in the warm weather, that just left the Zugspitz, with its 40cm of new snow and one way up the mountain, the Zugspitzbahn, once an hour with stops at Garmisch, Kreuzeck, a few other places, and, lastly, Grainau.
For Papa's birthday, one of the last notable ones where you and I now bear the cost of his medical care, there was the annual cross-country race, but in less competitive circumstances. Papa was a little sick, Uncle Margarire was in lawyer shape, Baleen told us she'd take care of the Dragon Boss and meet us along the course, and Aunt Wizzie and Marmee weren't in danger of winning. So Shrimp Jr and I decided to be social, skiing with the group and then away from them, but finishing next to each other after doing an additional loop to Untergrainau.
Tomorrow's Christmas. Hopefully we've got another few years of TDB sleeping through the night before he's banging on our doors at 5am telling us not to shower and to, Get out here, NOW.
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