Right before it was time to go

Spring growing on my plate, again. Funny telemark-days, on piste. Patrouille de Glacier and the beginning of the finish line, seen from my balcony. Sunbathing, in my bed! Chilled out walks and a mud-slide in the forest. Loads of coffee in a bar where only local grannies go to play bingo.

The last days in the mountains passed by.

Then the usual: pack, scrub and go.