On one of our rare sunny days this winter, it made sense to do some sight-seeing. So, I rode the funicular tram up Petrin Hill.

Once there, I decided to make the trek up to the observation platform in the tower.  I have to be nuts to do this, considering that my apartment is on the fourth floor (110 steps up, but who's counting?) and my knees ain't getting any younger.

But, up I go and am gratified to realize that once at the top, I'm actually huffing and puffing a lot less than some of the other -- much younger -- tourists.  

I'm only going to include a couple of the photos I took while up there, because it's difficult to get a sense of the view in the little snapshots I can put online.  You'll have to trust me when I say it's a G-R-E-A-T view.

After coming back down from the observation tower, I decided to skip the funicular and take one of the many paths that wind through the park to get back down the hill. It's definitely more scenic this way, even with the bare trees.

At one point, however, I was wondering, "Why isn't there anyone else on this path?" Then I came around a corner and ...

... realized that the path was not only heading downhill but was covered with a sheet of ice.  Uh oh. 

I made it down okay, but if anyone was watching they saw a couple of rather acrobatic saves as I kept myself from falling, in a Wide World of Sports "agony of defeat" style. I wasn't the only one, as it turned out. As I continued downhill, I heard some others who apparently had encountered ice, as well. This went something like, "EEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!! [thump] [shrieks of laughter]  So, I guess I did all right, but I believe I'll wait for warmer weather before I try this again.