Cream Crackered
I’m been out skiing for a couple of days this weekend. It snowed towards the end of last week, so powder everywhere. Saturday was still cloudy on Grands Montets, but that means that fresh tracks are even more plentifully available than if the sun is shining. I found myself haring down a steep pitch somewhere in the wilds of GM. Knee deep in powder in a white out, happily doing short, controlled turns and thinking. ‘Wow. I can actually ski these days’. I was also thinking ‘Quite glad I’m wearing a helmet, too’.
The sun came out on Sunday. A friend and I decided to escape the Sunday bun-fight here in the valley and drove down to Flaine. It’s about an hour away, but there are far fewer people who ski off-piste there. You can ski fresh tracks all over the place even several days after a dump of snow. We explored all kinds of coulouirs, tree runs and traversed out into deep, open powder fields. Another fun day.
As I become a better skier, more and more of the mountain is opening up to me. I’m finding new lines all the time. Lots are difficult to get to and it’s not clear how to to exit without having to hike with a lift, making them interesting, untouched and lots of fun. Also the better I get, the faster I ski and so the more skiing I do in a day. Judging when to call it a day is important. Ideally just before my legs are completely fried and I start skiing badly, which is when many accidents happen.
After all that I was back home at about about Sunday 4pm. I had a bath, and decided to have a short nap. I didn’t wake up till Monday morning 9am! Must’ve tired myself out 
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