Around this time last year, I offered myself to join all ski trips. “If you’re going, I’m in.” The result was really good.
I skied in France and Austria. I started at Courchevel Le Praz with Caroline who forced me to ski 33 miles and 33K vertical every day. We took a complete tour of Les Trois Vallees. Caroline has 100+ days there and knows every nook and cranny.
Then I went to Chamonix with Uncle Phil and two of his buddies with an emphasis on wine and food to complement the skiing. In the middle, it dumped and we had a powder day in the trees on Grands Montets. Almost Utah.
I met my nephew Thomas a couple of weeks later for two days at Mayrhofen, Austria. The second day was a white-out on the Hintertuxer Gletscher. Auntie Julia and her boyfriend Max joined for days three and four, arriving just in time for blue skies and untracked snow on the Gletscher.
Finally, Alice and I had a lovely trip back to Courcheval and lots of quality time plus quality skiing. An excellent postscript to an outstanding first season in the Alps.
The call to action
All I can say is, “Let’s do it again!” If you’re going, I’m in. The more, the merrier. More is better. Seriously.