The weather on Wednesday wasn’t so nice – it was cold and very windy. Paul and I had intended to ski over to Meribel again in the afternoon, but when we got to the top of of the lift that would take us there, we found that most of the lifts that we would have wanted to use on the way back were closed. The wind was strong enough to make standing up tricky, and fine snow was blowing hard into our faces. So, we did the sensible thing and turned back, and spent the afternoon skiing on the other side of the mountain, running down to Courchevel 1650.

Blowing a gale

On Thursday, Simon, Paul and I had decided to make the most of the (not inconsiderable) investment that we’d made on the full 3 vallées ski passes and head out towards Val Thorens. We’d booked a “piste picnic” from the hotel the night before, so that we didn’t have to come back for lunch. Due to a leisurely pace and also in no small part to our ineptitude in reading the piste map, we didn’t make it as far as Val Thorens, but got as far as Les Menuires, which was still a distance of just over 40 miles, there and back. The weather was very good, and the scenery stunning!

Simon in his ridiculous hat

Me!

“Piste picnics” being consumed

View down the valley to Meribel

Arriving back in Courchevel

Proof of our efforts!

The weather today (Friday) wasn’t so nice – very cold and low clouds with very fine powdery snow, so we stuck closer to Courchevel 1850 and 1650 for most of the day, spending the afternoon skiing with Simon’s younger daughter Amie.

Simon arriving

Amie arriving

Courchevel Altiport runway – only for the brave!