Looked out the window at 10 a.m. and there was no way I could do anything but grab my skies. On Grand Montets by noon and skiing a few of the bowls off to the sides, away from numpty land.

Snow on the mountains is no longer a problem. There are a few feet covering everything. This makes the snow consistent, especially on the steep stuff. You let yourself slide into turns and just when you feel you’ll go over the tops of the skis, you pivot through a turn and do it again, all the way down the hill if your burning legs and pounding heart can take it.

The last two runs of the day came after a nice beer and half a ham/cheese sandwich. They set me up well for the bowl off the Le Herse lift, skirting a high rock wall into a chute. A few turns, and glory happens as the bowl opens up and moguls lay out good jumping terrain.