TR: slideshow

what fantastic pics! wow

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Originally Posted by Tye 1on

blind like the critters can't see the weird hunters...;)

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I never understood that. Do the critters think "oh, look, a tree fort, let's check it out" everytime and never make the connection?

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Originally Posted by Ernest_Hemingway

Look me up next time you are in Schruns. Last night at poker I won 158,000 kronen from a pair of alcoholic woodcutters from Bludenz. Made me excited until I learned it was around $2.35.

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Why, Tatie, what an honour. Are you residing in Schruns permanently this season? It would be marvelous to share a run and a Kirsch afterwards in the Weinstube, you know, the one with the black wood walls that are shiny from so much polishing and the scratched floors and the smoky air.

Why were you playing for Kronen with the woodcutters? were they tricking you with foreign money?

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Originally Posted by le dog

Beautiful as usual. Klar, what part of Austria are you from? Where are those mountains? (If i can ask...)

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We live in Innsbruck, stuff in the pictures is all within 1hour or less driving distance.

Excellent stoke as always, thx for sharing. :)

Your favorite trees = My favorite trees!

Mahalo!

Ahh, klar TRs. You always make my day.

So much winning. Back to the top.

And Klar, in Schrunz, on Christmas day, the snow was so bright it hurt your eyes when you looked out from the Weinstube and saw every one coming home from church. That was where they walked up the sleigh-smoothed urine-yellowed road along the river with the steep pine hills, skis heavy on the shoulder, and where they ran down the glacier above the Madlenerhaus, the snow as smooth to see as cake frosting and as light as powder and he remembered the noiseless rush the speed made as you dropped down like a bird.

They were snow-bound a week in the Madlenerhaus that time in the blizzard playing cards in the smoke by the lantern light and the stakes were higher all the time as Herr Lent lost more. Finally he lost it all. Everything, the Skischule money and all the season's profit and then his capital. He could see him with his long nose, picking up the cards and then opening, "Sans Voir." There was always gambling then. When there was no snow you gambled and when there was too much you gambled. He thought of all the time in his life he had spent gambling.

beautiful stuff, thanks for sharing!

Nice slideshow. Thanks!

Nice work!

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That was incredible, keeping the stoke fired for me in rainy Ireland!

klar, you fucking rule. Have you gone over the darkside fulltime these days?