Move Over Old Man

Another fantastic week of skiing in the Chamonix Valley, based at our apartment in Argentiere.

A miserable cold day in Chamonix town?!

Some very cold temperatures, reminiscent of skiing at Aspen Highlands in the mid 1990's when we were out in -16 degrees and the sudden launch on the high speed chair delivered the mother of all ice cream headaches. However, the only whinging came from the adults, though that was possibly because faces were so frozen that forming words was nigh on impossible.


Snow conditions were excellent. The new snow that fell for 36 hours was very, very cold and therefore as close as I've seen to the legendary champagne powder as I've seen since those trips same trips to Apsen.

In the bumps in the Lavancher bowl

However, for all that, there's still one thing that's bothering me. It's the way that when I turn around around blasting down a cruisey blue run they're right behind me. It's the way that when I drop into the bumps off the safety of the traverse track above. It's the ease and enthusiasm with whichtey launch off the jumps. And the way that I have to shout TURN! when heading down the final stretches of Pierre a Ric as they look like they're about to reach warp speed.

Hitting the 'jump park' at the Grand Montets

I thought with a 5 year old and a 7 year old I was safe for a few more years yet. But based on the experiences of the last week I'm beginning to think otherwise. How long I wonder, before I hear the shout of "Move over old man! Make way for the 5 year old Olympic hopeful!"