I knew this would be a last chance before I actually have to do some work for a couple weeks.
I caught the first lift from outside my accom, my mate Danny was heading out on skis from a nearby village and we were looking to meet up. The sun was blazing, the pistes were mint corduroy and I was feeling keen.
It took a few runs before I met up with Danny and we immediately headed for one of the steepest pistes in the 3 Valleys. I sent it, literally leaped over the roller at the top and I was gone. I know Danny is a very competent skier, but I'm pretty quick on a board. I'm fairly sure that it's on this very run that I hit my top speed of 110 Kmh a few years ago. I saw this as an opportunity to beat that record. No fresh snow for a few days and cold temperatures had ensured that it was hard packed and fast out there and I was absolutely flying. With my board chattering like a freezing Jack Nicholson I lost my bottle and decided to slow down. I looked behind me, I could not see Danny. I came to a complete stop just intime to see Danny fly over a roller, backwards (intentionally).
We flew all the way down to La Praz before getting the Bubble back to 1850. From there it was a short run to Plantery lift. I say short, because it was but we both sent a few side hits to keep the regular skiers in awe
. Up Plantery, then down to Ski Lodge with much side hits and jibbing on the way. We stopped at Le Ski Lodge in La Tania for Breakfast. I suggested we might have beer and Harriet behind the bar explained that it was compulsory. So a beer, some breakfast and a 'digestive' later, we headed back out.That kinda set the scene for the day, we cained around, sometimes very very fast, sometimes jibbing anything, and nothing we could, we stopped again for beers and burgers at a spot I'd not been since pre covid. and just to balance life. On our way home, we stopped to aid a skier who had gone full Noggin!! Her skies were at least 30 yards further up the hill than she was, and almost 30 yards apart. We picked her up and Danny walked her down the hill while I went ahead to the Pelican bar and got the beers in.
In summary, it was the longest and one of the best days out that I've had on the mountain in far too long.
Life fucking rocks
But my strava didn't work, so I don't know if I beat my PB!!
