Cycling the Alps

It's funny how the locals can ignore the rain. Seeing cyclists happily climb the hills in drowning downpours is not so unusual. And why not? They grew up in this stuff right?

Me, not so much.

Central and Southern California takes a break from the rain in summer. As well, rain in the autumn, winter, and spring aren't exactly notable. When it rains in Cali, we try to take a break from outdoor activities. That just wouldn't fly in the Austrian Alps.

Cyclists here must embrace the weather.

Yesterday morning I woke up wishing for some exercise. Maybe some cycling? But the clouds were dark...again! Geesh, what's new? The streets were dry though, and that means it's ok for sissy me to ride. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind a little bit of rain; I just lack rain gear etc to make it enjoyable.

So I decide to ride. I can always go home if it rains. Thankfully it didn't.

Ducks and Family in Austria

I received a couple emails asking what I do everyday. Well, like most people, I try not to do the same thing each day. I work at least 5 of the days. My time off is usually spent with family doing...something. Anyway, I picked up my "Flip" camera to record whatever I did earlier this week. I think it was Sunday? On this day my son asked to see some ducks.

Ok, so we went to find some duck!

Austrian Soccer

About once a week we all pile into the car for the 5 minute drive to Spital Am Pyhrn (the next village down the road). Andy, who is Yvonne's brother, plays soccer for a team there. Believe it or not, the dude actually gets paid to do this stuff.

Sign me up!

Soccer, or should I say fussball, is pretty cool in these parts. You go to the local field, order a beer and sausage then scream until you lose your voice. Of course, it's tough getting our 3 year old to watch the whole thing, but when it's over he gets to share a bag of delicious potato chips with one of the players. We also take photos of each other during halftime. He digs on that stuff.

Before going home we can be found in the soccer building drinking beer or radler. I love soccer here.

We miss everybody back in the States! Thanks again for all the emails. Keep'm coming!

Windischgarsten Village Square

The village is 8/10ths of a mile from the house. On nice days we stroll into town to get some exercise, hang out at a favorite cafe, or check out local events. The first video is from last weekend while walking to the Wine Festival. Hmmmm, now why wouldn't we drive to a wine festival? There's got to be a reason. The second video is at the event.

Just chill'n with my homey on a Sunday Afternoon

Here we are at the archery range on top of the mountain behind our house. There are some killer views up here!

When the Cows Come Home

Hi all.
Not much to talk about today except the Almfest. It's a once-a-year festival up the road from us that celebrates the movement of..... cows. Ha ha, yeah, cows. They come down to the farms from the high country once mid season.

It's worth celebrating.

The locals, some sporting lederhosen (not me this time), meet at a farm to eat schnitzel and drink Radler, Most, and of course....Beer. Between all the beer and coffee around here I'm sure going pee a lot.

The Austrian Zoo

We've all been to zoos right? Pretty cool aren't they? My experience with them include the Fresno Zoo, San Diego Zoo, and mostly, the Santa Barbara Zoo. American zoos are clean, neat, fresh and safe. Of course they're safe; too many lawsuits these days. So what would the zoo experience be without the lawsuits to restrict the fun? Where, oh where, could one of these places exist? Hmmmmm.....

Austria!!

There's nothing like a chain link fence between you and a mountain lion (don't let your 3 yr old stick his hand in there)! Or how about a monkey who leaves his cage when he gets bored? Thank God they leave the bear behind bars.



We saw zebras, bears, and much more. All the expected animals were present for such a small zoo. Believe me, this wasn't a large international zoo. It's located up in the Alps away from everything, and everybody. It closes in November due to snow restrictions and opens back up after the snow melts; perhaps in April?

Life in the village has been busy. I'm still adjusting to culture shock. It's true, it does exist. Everything around you is different. The cars, streets, food, clothes, buildings, customs etc, etc. I'm getting better at ducking through doorways lately. The older buildings were made with shorter doors. At 6'3" my head is riddled with bruises:)

Thanks again for all the emails. I loved hearing from all of you. Take Care.