We’re back in Austria and the ski season is imminent, last night it even snowed in the city of Innsbruck. We hit some fresh powder skiing this morning at the Stubia glacier, which is about half an hour from where we’re living in Patsch, Austria. We’re currently living in a really nice apartment thanks to our buddy Paul. This place is sick, thanks.

Also staying in the apartments – here in Patsch – is Team America, Bode’s team, which is always fun to be around because his crew is comprised of a bunch of great, athletic guys constantly hammering. Not to mention, the endless entertainment of watching Bode and Robi, his service man/ ski tuner, come back from the Head factory at 10 o’clock at night with a dozen of pairs of skis Bode just pressed, which only gives Robi 8 hours before the skis need to be prepped for their first day of training and testing. One pair is so stiff it weighs 23 pounds without bindings and is ¾ of an inch thick in the tip, basically in weight and stiffness it’s two pairs of his skis glued together. They’re the most outrageous skis I’ve ever seen. And mind you, this is only a week away from the opening World Cup at Solden.

Anyway, I’ve got to run. Roger is just finishing up tuning and then we’re taking off on a 6 hour road trip to Lansgraaf, Netherlands for two days of skiing indoor with the Norwegians since the snow here is soft and bad weather is sticking around. Yesterday at Solden – during our last run – dense fog rolled in and left us lost on the glacier. We were only lost for a few wary minutes as we ended up hiking toward the sound of the lift and got back onto a trail before we skied into oblivion.

Road trip time is upon us. Over and out, w