forward to most, but it ended up being our least favorite.
First, when we arrived at the bus (still early), we were some of the last people to get on, and they
weren’t even sure they had enough seats. When we finally got on the bus John ended up in the front
row which he doesn’t like, and I ended up next to a guy who literally had his legs in half of my foot
room in front of me. Two people ended up getting off of the bus though, and I have never been so
grateful to get my bus buddy back.
The slopes were crowded since it was a Sunday (what else do you do on Sundays around here?),
it was partly sunny, and it had snowed the week before. Unfortunately I’m still not a good enough
snowboarder to not worry about everyone else, uphill and downhill from me.
We did some runs on one of the other hills, including an accidental red, and then headed back to
the main area where we finally found a run we really liked. We did it a couple of times, and then
I saw John on the side waiting for me. Laying down. It is totally normal that he has to wait for me
but not normal that he is sprawled out on his back. He accidentally caught an edge, and the French
Alps beat John in about two seconds. We immediately got our money’s worth out of his helmet, but
unfortunately his back wasn’t so lucky. We called it a day shortly after, and now I know what John
will look like walking around in 50 years.
So we ate crepes and drank hot chocolate and sat outside to people watch, one of my favorite
hobbies. Along with skiing / snowboarding, so that worked out well.
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