Yesterday: Chris and I got up Grand Montets before 9 a.m. under a blue sky. At the top of the Hell lift the wind whipped over the high cornice with the sun behind it. Lots of snow was up there, but off piste it was crusty with ice patches beneath. We skied a few runs, then they closed the lift, sending everyone on the mountain to runs that three-quarters of them had no reason trying to ski.

We found a few shutes and took movies of each other riding the bumps. It was nice and sunny the east side of Montets. But with all those people, and the mountain having closed the top half, we decided to buzz down and motor over to Flegére.

Atop Flegére the sun had softened the snow, and conditions were near perfect (”perfect” being champagne powder all day, every day). We scooted from the top of l’Index lift and found three fantastic drops through snow that let you cut and groove with ease. The pitch was great, the drop in let you pick your line, and all we had to do was turn, turn, turn. Fab day.

Sarah met us there and we three skied till our legs fell off. Then it was double-beer time, a bit of sunshine, and pride for the long two-mountain day.