In summer the ski infrastructure is a blight on the landscape. In winter – well, I admit it, we had an absolute ball. Grandiose, 360-degree panoramas, with the Ecrins in the far background…
… and views across to the col we’d walked over with Brian in summer:
I may have looked longingly at the ski-tourers heading off to the back country but the isolation of some of the pistes came close to it:
The wide, empty pistes, under wall-to-wall sun, were a joy to ski down…
We managed to ski in perfect harmony for two days together, Juan’s January fall making him more cautious and therefore compatible with his increasingly speedy wife. I even managed to coax him into a couple of the mountain eateries…
Sunday was Juan’s birthday. The wife managed a cake, lit at breakfast so we could take some slices onto the piste!...
… and Juan had something to open, thanks to Buff and Colin. (Awesome.)
A wonderful, wonderful weekend.
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