So Many Slopes, So Little Time
Written by John a Skier from Melbourne, Australia
Thanks to a late flight, we missed the bus booked for us out of Geneva. A quick phone call to our Hotel reassured us that our way-past-bedtime arrival would still be met with a warm welcome.
We awoke to snow falling prettily on the stone and timber buildings that surrounded our intimate and centrally-located accommodation. Cute town!
It was hard to decide which of the delicious delicacies to scoff at breakfast. We managed by trying as many as possible. Another demanding decision awaited us outside. Where to ski? We picked Bellvarde and the protected tree runs of La Daille, returning at the end of the day via the free shuttle.
Next day was a blue sky wonder. Every lift journey produced gasps of wonder as the vast expanse of Val D’Isere and Tignes was laid out beneath our boots. A web of tracks braiding the slopes between the manicured pistes explained the high fat ski content of each cable car.
An après beer, hot shower and cosy dinner completed the day’s joy. Repeat daily.
In six days there was no hope of skiing even a representative sample. Note to self: stay longer next time.