Skiing, skinning, and sitting by the fire. Oh yes, and stuffing our faces. See if you can tell which is which. We got to look at the mountains again.
A big group can be very good fun, especially round the dinner table. And when you bump into the others while out on the slopes it’d be rude not to have a group photo, wouldn’t you agree?
We spend so much of our time checking out the potential off piste as we sit on the chair lifts – scoping out routes and checking conditions. It’s worth it.
I got kick turn instruction from the expert as we were skinning up to the col, him whistling, me gasping. The view was tremendous when we got there, though.
Our sandwiches were tremendous too.
Tired legs do need a day off, and what better than stretching out in front of Dad’s stove on a claggy day?
You’ve heard of Fat Boy Excuses? When the fat lad at the back stops for a breather by making the excuse of taking his coat off. Then again to have a drink. Then again to take another layer off. Then again to tighten his bootlaces. Well, I have an excellent FBE: taking photographs. This time it’s of my fit father who could have skinned up this hill 3 times in the time it took me.