Every year on the Schmittenhöhe has a different type of race.
The racers wear actual antique wooden skis and the traditional, historic attire to match.
This particular day was quite foggy. A cloud was hovering on the Schmittenhöhe. It seemed eerie in a way and played with one's imagination.
Almost as if ski-ghosts from the past, who had perished on the slopes, had risen from the fog to participate in this event.
Come back to haunt the slopes.
With subtle reminders of what might have done them in.
A distillery on a sled....
...and a little mingling with the present.
Who says ghosts don't party.
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