Residence L'Oree des Pistes
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- Shuttle bus service
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Swimming pool
- Wheelchair accessibility
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Just a few photos from the Ski holiday so far - won't bore you all with tales of daring red runs, lost snow chains (thankfully not this year, so far) or off piste escapades, but the attached photos are a way of sharing our holiday with family and friends ... Don't worry, there will be far more to come in the ...
... this meant the snow season wasn't over just yet. Unfortunately as this new snow fell Deans season came to a grinding halt. Toby, a friend who was riding with Dean drove him straight to hospital to get his shoulder looked at. Lucky to escape with bones still in tact and some pretty impressive X-Rays, Dean had to spend a week or so resting. I finally had a lightbulb moment with my snowboarding early in March. ...
... but he did struggle in a group of 5 and his misunderstandings were brilliant. For our part, Elana and I will never again forget the French word for wardrobe.
Sunday started at an ungodly hour again, however this time we were determined not to make any mistakes with our flights and we made it home without incident. The leftover Gin was donated to Becca the chalet host. I hope it brings her better luck.
... why, the more I try to avoid trees, the more I head straight for them. After getting far too friendly with a couple of them, after 5 or 6 runs we were exhausted and stopped for a Leffe, before they had to head back to cook dinner for their guests. Tom and Carolyn are my new idols, having given up their jobs 3 weeks before the start of the season, and with no intention of going home for another year at least, I want to be just like ...
... top of the black La Face run into Val and couldn't understand the fuss as I cruised along, not seeing another soul at the top. Then I came to a ledge, and looked down a mogul field full of people either edging down or having given in and removed their ski's. I made it down, but by this point my thighs were shaking and I made a slow trip back over to Tignes. That evening we headed to Alpaca bar and had marmalade mojito's in jam jars. Which taste better than they sound. ...