Would I ever teach my children to ski? That was never really an issue for me. After all, skiing was my sport. I've been into skiing since I was three years old. My dad taught me how to ski, then I joined the ski club. Skiing poles - the classic way. Then: earning money as a ski instructor. That was probably one of the most enjoyable jobs for schoolgirls and students. After that it was just fun, passion and collecting ski days while studying in Innsbruck. My oldest friends? I know them through skiing. After training in the ski club, we shoveled kickers in the backcountry. We saved our money for our very first twin tips and feverishly awaited the latest ski films on video cassette. Skiing was my passion, my life, my circle of friends. Lifestyle, as they say.
Then the snow became less or the awareness of climate change more. The journey from Munich became longer, as did the hours and minutes I had to spend in traffic jams for a few hours on the slopes. A ski tour away from the crowds? Doesn't exist in the Munich catchment area. The lifestyle was crumbling. But as soon as I clicked my ski boots into the bindings, the feeling came back. Zack boom - and I was in love again.