Dec/080
Sod it, I'll walk
I knew last night was going to be unsuccessful from the start. I kind of knew it was a bad idea from the moment I left the house and realised I'd forgotten my gloves and hat and didn't bother to go back in to get them.
A friend of mine who runs a marketing company let me know that someone at the Guardian travel section was looking for some pictures. Specifically a picture of a group of seasonaires enjoying themselves at a bar.
So the Office Bar in Argentiere had a band on & thought we'd give it a go. It was snowing hard and had been all afternoon. The snowploughs were finished for the night and there was still 12 inches of snow on the road down from Le Tour. I knew as I was driving down it that new snow tires or not, the van wouldn't make it back up that night.
I went to the bar anyway and took a few photos. They weren't great. This one was probably the best of an uninspiring set.
Sure enough I managed to get the van stuck in a snowdrift in the dark on my way home and had to abandon the thing and walk the 1.5km up the snowy road. I quite enjoyed it, actually. Less so when I woke up this morning and the first thing I had to do was go and dig the thing out with my avalanche shovel. The snowploughs had been past and dumped even more snow on it. I earned my bacon and eggs for breakfast.
