So as some of you may know, I’ve been writing bi-weekly posts about my life here in Les Arcs for ski and snowboard site Natives.co.uk (find my first two posts here and my most recent post here) so I thought I’d keep you up to date with my life happenings on here too.
This past week has been an absolutely amazing one, weather wise. After the last 10 days or so of endless snow and grey skies, the sun finally broke through the clouds and we have had 7 days of continuous blue skies and warm winter rays. So it was time to get out on those mountains!
Our first port of call was the Aiguille Rouge, or what I like to call the ‘top of the world’. On a beautiful bluebird day we rode up to the very top of the mountain, to the highest point in resort, standing at 3226m above sea level. And even though it was absolutely freezing cold, it was definitely worth it as the views from up there are absolutely astounding.
Epic views accounted for, it was time to strap on our boards and enjoy the sunshine out on the slopes. So that’s how the next few days were spent…exploring the mountains, improving my boarding skills, building our own jumps off piste, drinking bowls of hot chocolate, falling over, getting up, falling down again. There was one pretty spectacular fall when myself and my friend got our boards crossed as we went to get off a chairlift. I went flying and of course her board was stuck to mine so she had nowhere to go…apart from on top of me! After the pain subsided it was probably one of the funniest things that has happened to me since I got here! I just wish I had a photo of us in a heap on the snow.
The rest of week has been much of same really (minus the falling). I’ve been doing a bit of work (I’m a freelance editor) to tide me over money-wise, but mostly we’ve just been out enjoying the weather (but not enjoying the crowds…half term is not a seasonaire’s favourite time of year), watching a heap of movies, and having a few nights out. The other night we went down to 1800 with a bunch of people for an epic evening out that started at the bowling lanes and ended back up in 2000 at, yes you’ve guessed it, our favourite club, Latino’s. Many shots were consumed, many dances were danced, and many sore heads throbbed the next morning.
Ah, such is the life of a seasonaire. Keep your eyes peeled for my next post!