It was a day at the races again - Karl took the follow-up ski course. This is really his sport (and a very Munich thing to do, to take two week-long skiing classes with your kindergarten in one season).
There were test runs and training sessions to prepare. Few breaks to play.
And then it was ON! Bigger group. More competition.
But he got a medal again. Bronze this time (they somehow all look the same, but they do make a distinction between the three "rostrum medals" and the "lesser wins"). Made me beam with fatherly pride. And him with winner's glee.
I had gotten some good runs in during the training sessions. But now it was just Karl and me and the mountains (that massif in the back by the way is called "the wild emperor" and is indeed quite wild). We put on our game face...
...for not that long, since it was too much fun to go up the mountain again while most other kids had to hit the highway.
Alright, this last shot is a bit over stylized. But he is an impressive skier already. I had expected to kinda babysit a beginner, but he took an adult slope with gusto. It definitely was like going skiing not ambling down the baby hill. Fearless! With impressive speed and good jumps over the bumps. Gotta admit - that was a big dad moment probably comparable to junior's first goal, tie-break or bulls eye, depending on your cultural background.
