Oberhof, Kanzlersgrund, ski jumping arena, Frank Ellmerich
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Oberhof is a town in the Schmalkalden-Meiningen district of Thuringia, Germany. It is a winter sports center and health resort. It is visited by tenfold as many tourists every year. The town got its official city status in 1985.
Oberhof was settled in 1641, and remained a small town until the late 1800s, when the town was connected to the railway line from Erfurt to Ritchenhausen, and skiers and other tourists discovered the place.
From the early 1900s, Oberhof became a center for winter sports, with luge, nordic skiing and ski jumping taking place in the town's regularly updated sports facilities. In recent years the town has also seen the construction of lift-equipped alpine skiing slopes and an international competition standard biathlon stadium. Their bobsleigh, luge, and skeleton track has hosted many world and European championships in luge.
In August 2009 the first German ski tunnel opened in Oberhof.
Skischanzenanlage am Kanzlergrund bestehend aus der Hans-Renner-Schanze mit einer Hillsize von 140m u...
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopediaOberhof is a town in the Schmalkalden-Meiningen district of Thur...
Germany? Before the beginning there was Ginnungagap, an empty space of nothingness, filled with pure creative power. (Sort of like the inside of my head.)
And it ends with Ragnarok, the twilight of the Gods. In between is much fighting, betrayal and romance. Just as a good Godly story should be.
Heroes have their own graveyard called Valhalla. Unfortunately we cannot show you a panorama of it at this time, nor of the lovely Valkyries who are its escort service.
Hail Odin, wandering God wielding wisdom and wand! Hail Freya, hail Tyr, hail Thor!
But it is to the mighty Thor that the Hammering Man gives service.
Between the time of the Nordic old ones and that of modern Frankfort there may have been a T.Rex or two on the scene. At least some mastodons for sure came through for lunch, then fell into tar pits to become fossils for us to find.
And there we must leave you, O my most pure and holy children.
Text by Steve Smith.