It snowed hard for several hours yesterday evening, which resulted in 4-6 inches that refreshed things nicely. I slept through the night and was 100% this morning: no jet lag.
I met first thing with my delightful host Chrystelle Felisaz, the press and communications director of Les Gets, who took me and a couple Spanish journalists on a tour of Les Gets and a good portion of Morzine, which has higher (but still tops out at only 2000m) and steeper terrain at upper elevations with correspondingly deeper snow. We warmed up with some soft on-piste:
By late morning, the sun came out and we lapped the Chamoissiere sector, which had a nice single-black pitch.
Chrystelle enjoying the new snow:
And then it was time for a proper French on-mountain lunch at Le Vaffieu:
Fried camembert for me:
A home-plate-sized puff pastry for my host -- and she actually finished it!
Dessert: a double shot of espresso with crème brulée, raspberry and blueberry tarts, and chocolate/coffee pudding. There goes my girlish figure:
The conclusion to lunch:
As we clicked in, it clouded up and we charged through a thick flurry of graupel, which skied well:
That evening, I walked through Les Gets:
... and had a few beers at the Irish Pub, owned and operated by an American who'd be my guide the next day:
After two days, I'd seen maybe 10% of the total terrain at Portes du Soleil, if that.
I met first thing with my delightful host Chrystelle Felisaz, the press and communications director of Les Gets, who took me and a couple Spanish journalists on a tour of Les Gets and a good portion of Morzine, which has higher (but still tops out at only 2000m) and steeper terrain at upper elevations with correspondingly deeper snow. We warmed up with some soft on-piste:
By late morning, the sun came out and we lapped the Chamoissiere sector, which had a nice single-black pitch.
Chrystelle enjoying the new snow:
And then it was time for a proper French on-mountain lunch at Le Vaffieu:
Fried camembert for me:
A home-plate-sized puff pastry for my host -- and she actually finished it!
Dessert: a double shot of espresso with crème brulée, raspberry and blueberry tarts, and chocolate/coffee pudding. There goes my girlish figure:
The conclusion to lunch:
As we clicked in, it clouded up and we charged through a thick flurry of graupel, which skied well:
That evening, I walked through Les Gets:
... and had a few beers at the Irish Pub, owned and operated by an American who'd be my guide the next day:
After two days, I'd seen maybe 10% of the total terrain at Portes du Soleil, if that.
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