When we left for our ski-vacation in the french alps (Alpe d’Huez) I was worried. It’s the very end of the season, and according to the website, half the slopes were closed. The temperatures were more like summer than winter, and the forecasts all said that spring was irrevocably coming.
Fortunately, the skiing turned out great anyway. We got 4 days of wonderful warm skiing, and then we got 2 feet of new, fresh powder to ski on at the end of the week. It just does not get any better! My snowboarding took a quanum leap – I’ve never been better or had more fun on the slopes. And Patricia turned out to be a natural – those swiss genes, I’m sure.