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the mister picked us a sweet little ski in / ski out lodge about 4/5 down the mountain. every morning we would emerge from our cosy digs and make our way down this slope to ride the telecabine to the peak.

that's me working on my parallel skiing, and being a big baby by refusing to use poles the first couple of days. look ma, no hands?

and with all good things, they should come to an even better end. we chanced upon the cutest bar next to our 'exit' where we spent a good many hours for apres ski. there's something so calming about reclining in sub-zero weather on adironack chairs with hoegarden in hand, watching the world ski by.