Berlin ASA 1965-1968
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I found a new love and religion in the Bavarian Alps. I loved to ski and I worshipped the mountains, so majestic, beautiful, and if you were not careful, deadly. Being higher on a physical plane did not necessarily mean being closer to heaven, it just meant getting higher. I found a euphoria in the mountains which took me higher than any alcohol, earth related, or medicinal aids I ever encountered. The best high on earth is a "natural high." It's true, and it is there, in the mountains, where I feel as if I am in heaven.
Berchtesgaden am Oberamergau, the gates to the G.I. skiier's heaven.
The only person I can identify in this picture is Chuck Richey, second from right. The ski bunnies on the left end were married, dammit. Our ski instructor, Traudl Greiger, took the picture. I never skiied at Garmisch, always opting to ski with Traudl at Berchtesgaden. She was in training at the time for the 1968 Winter Olympics.
Of course I had to get my tall, skinny butt in the above photo! I have this photo framed and matted, and it is one of my favorite memories of the Alps, next to Traudl, the good beer, great company, snow, and parties!
Damn you George Craig!
Lenny Russell, traffic analyst in Blue, sent me
Lenny, center in the back row, organized and headed up a lot of ski trips to Berchtesgaden and Garmisch. I believe this was winter of 67-68, one of my last trips. The, (ahem), advanced skiiers usually hung with each other, and on the bus here are: Front row L-R: Davy (Mr. Cool) Watson; Clarence (Pinky) Pinkerton; Mr. ?? hidden behind newspaper. Back row L-R: George (one-punch) Craig; Lenny (Mr. Ski) Russell, and Chuck (I don't give a crap) Richey. The reason I damned Craig before was on this trip I passed out one night from too much partying, and next morning I saw Craig walk out of Traudl's room with a big smile on his face. He stayed an extra three days after we all left. She was a great girl and worth every minute of time spent with her. I heard she made the Olympic team in '68. Ski on Traudl!
Also, if you have skiied you have fallen. If you have not fallen while skiing, you haven't skiied. Traudl, my
And speaking of brew! This was the hillside and lodge favorite, or cheapest,
didn't make any difference. I got treated to as many of these, stuck to a filled
bottle of course, as I could drink after breaking a ski while skiing under
the lights at Berchtesgaden one night. Playing follow the leader, I was the
leader who went off a ski jump, fell on my ass, broke a ski, and bummed up
my ankle. Nobody else follwed me off the jump. Oh well, free beer for the night!
This is the only photograph I have from up on the Obersalzburg when I very carefully took one of my
Another ski group photo courtesy Lenny Russell. Old Lenny boy was so excited after digging up this photo which contains his ski instructor, Heidi, the gorgeous blonde in the middle, that he totally forgot to give me the names of everyone. If you're pictured here by any chance, there you are! I don't blame you Len, she was exciting to look at. But, on the other hand now, Traudl......
Okay, enough talk about Traudl, my ski instructor, here she is, first one on the left in this group photo. So she's covered up in ski clothes and hat, and its snowing over her face a little, you must be close to appreciate, right Craig, you s.o.b.! Just kidding "One Punch," really, just kidding. Stay where you are. Good buds, right? I bummed up my ankle the night before this photo and guess who gave me some great TLC? (No, not George... Traudl!)