A storm kicked in last night. High winds through the village, shifting and depositing yet more snow. Heading out for dinner last night we crossed the frozen barren pistes alone, blinded by the freezing blasts.
Today the top of the Olympic was hurricane force. And open. So when in Rome...
Heading down towards La Daille the pistes/valleys begin to shield the onslaught. By half way down it is calm enough to relax and enjoy the barely skied on terrain. Peaks of trees poke through, giving an indication of just how much snow is up here.
Everything has delightful amounts of powder. Every difficult to see turn is hilarious, especially as I can hardly handle powder at the best of times.
Further down while navigating through the trees it's perfectly calm. Impossible to believe that the winds are raging above. The shelter of the trees is actually comforting. Still, with so much snow it's hard to get a single sharp turn in and numerous tumbles in marsmellow soft powder did ensue.
As an aside, buff's can be difficult with beards. If turns out that beards and buff's can melt and freeze together!
It's not long before the winds at the top become unbearable, and make it undesirible to tackle to reach the quiet peaceful trees ahead. Freezing, blinding, loud, disorienting. Le sigh.
End of a great half day at Val D'Isere. Now on to board games and mulled wine!
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