Stupid spring, sneaking in and stealing my winter away. I won’t stand for it! I will find snow, and I will participate in winter activities.
Hooray for living near the Alps, where there is snow all year round. This past weekend we found some delicious spring skiing in and around St. Anton, Austria.
About 2.5 hours away by car, one could easily visit St. Anton on a day trip from Munich, but we needed more snow therapy than that. We stayed at Hotel Dr. Otto Murr, located so close to the lifts that we could hobble there in our ski boots. The staff was super welcoming and helpful, and the small indoor pool was a nice place to relax after a day on the slopes (assuming you can relax when surrounded by a handfull of naked Germans and Austrians hopping in and out of various saunas).
The snow wasn’t so bad, hovering nicely in that space between too icy and too slushy for most of the day. We had many runs all to ourselves, and never had to wait in line for a lift. It was almost like having our own private mountain range.
On the second day we skied in Zuers (same pass as St. Anton) and apre-skied in Lech, one of the cuter Austrian ski towns I’ve visited (not to mention its fabulous name, which means “lick” in German, and forms the first half of one of my favorite German insults, “Lech mich!”).
The biggest downside I found to spending a weekend in St. Anton was the fact that I had this monstrosity stuck in my head the entire time we were there: