“There is precious little in civilization to appeal to a Yeti.” - Edmund Hillary

Snowboarding at Les Gets yesterday: It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

The morning was the worst of times. The traffic to get up to the resort was bad, John couldn't find an unlocked bathroom, we took the wrong gondola up the wrong hill and had to turn around and take it back down again, I cried for no apparent reason (to John or me) and got my goggles all foggy, and we missed a turn back to our lift so we had to go down a red run by accident for a second time that morning.

The afternoon was the best of times. We found a few blue runs that I liked, John found a bathroom, the sun was shining, we ate awesome paninis for lunch with a view of Mt. Blanc.

 

And the highlight of the day:

John did his first black run ever.

The drop off above is where the run started. I would have taken a picture, but I didn't want to get too close. It was called Yeti, and he made it down the hill mostly upright. He was so proud of himself, and I was so proud of him!

And then I noticed that his fly had been down the whole time. Even the best have to stay humble.

The sun setting on our last run of the day. Is that haze or just cigarette smoke?