Everyone I met this morning before I reached the cable car seemed pretty down beat about the day. I have to say, it was hard to disagree. The morning was grey and there seemed little prospect of things improving.
However, the clock is ticking on the season, so I went to see what was on offer. Things were quite good as it turned out. The light wasn’t too bad and the snow was first rate. The sun made a fleeting appearance in the late morning.
So what makes a good day’s skiing? I suppose there as many answers to that question as there are people who ski. The one thing which is certain is that the mountains cannot please all of the people all of the time. Perseverance is the key.
The weather meant that few people turned up again and the day was another with that end of term feeling. This evening, we saw a band play at one of the hotels. Its members were either local or (as the French would say) saisonaires. It is that time of year, when people have a bit more time for themselves.
A better than anticipated day brought 10,694 vertical metres in 23 lift rides.
Idle thoughts from a mountain 