Hot dogging with Glen Plake

The last few days of October were special on the mountains. First we had sunshine and some relatively fresh snow in Hintertux glacier. The weekend was a long one so the place was packed with click-clack skiers, piste sliders and ever so cool park rats. We found the least crowded lift line and started looking at the cliffs and small pow stashes near by.

But we were not alone. Glen Plake was there with his wife and a small crew scoping the same lines as us, and enjoying the mogul run next to the cliffs. "Let's show those racers some kick ass mogul skiing!" he said after hearing we come from Finland.

Fans.

Moguls workout in 3000 meters altitude. Back still sore from it. My thighs had big cramps in the afternoon due to the mogul runs.

Jouni dropping into soft snow in the shadows. No turning back.

Jouni controlling speed after the drop in.

In the afternoon the sun turned to light our play field and also some racer groups started skiing in the bumbs.

Lunch time.

And this is how my ski day breakfast looks like. Healthy?

Sunday was a repeat. Weather was fine and snow cold. Men were a bit beat up but we spent the day queueing the lift to the snow park. Medium line with two 12 meter kickers had no queue so we made around six laps on it. I did my first front and back flips of the season and Jouni tried the big kickers for the first time as well. It is a bit nerve racking at first but after some repeats it gets easier. I had left my GoPro at home so no footage from the kickers, sorry.

Our car pool junction was in Rosenheim this time. Jouni heads to West and I continue up North on the autobahn once luggage is sorted out.

Next days and maybe weekend as well go on dry and warm land so the beat up muscles and joints get to heal.

Bis bald,

-Mikko