Remember that part where I complain about how much freakin' snow falls from the sky over this part of the world? And the part where I complain again? And the part where I both whine, moan and complain?

At the risk of you perhaps thinking you have already read this particular post, let me preface it by warning you that I am about to complain about copious amounts of snow once more.

This is what we woke up to this morning ...

Remember that notorius track we visited in December, the one where people either win medals by making it down rightside up, or they die?

Well, apparently no one has noticed that a quaint little Swiss track has been quietly creeping up alongside Altenberg, vying for the honour of "Most likely place for a skeleton athlete to incur brain damage."

At Christmas I decided it was really high time for me to walk around an industrial metal shop in Windsor, Ontario wearing nothing but spandex, crocs and safety glasses, because really, that check box has been sitting empty on my to-do list for WAY too long.

While I was there, I also decided that I might as well get some work done on my sled.

Since not one, but two races ended up being canceled yesterday because of the snow, the jury made a decision to hold three single-heat races today: one to replace the race that was supposed to be held in Konigsee, Germany in January, a second to replace the race that was canceled yesterday, and a third for the final scheduled race in Igls. If nothing else, it made for interesting art on the back of our sleds ...

When we got to the track this afternoon, we wondered if someone had canceled the race and not told us. It was 20 minutes before parc fermee (when you have to have your sleds checked in before a race) and there wasn't a soul there. And why wasn't anyone there? Because it was snowing SO FREAKIN' MUCH that no ones cars/vans/buses could make it up the hill to the top of the track.