siviez

when we first got to tracouet, i was admittedly a little miffed that the mister had bought us a ski pass for the four valleys. i mean, with a husband who couldn't ski and an as yet unconquered mountain on your doorstep, i'd my doubts that we'd ever make it beyond 'our' mountain. however, the mister never fails to astound me. and within two days he was parallel skiing like he'd been born on skis. to be fair, he probably knew that penny-pinching wife would grumble about being saddled with a ski pass we failed to maximise. having gone on all the home pistes in double time, and always up for a challenge, we ventured to the next valley for the day. the crazy bus was not for the faint-hearted, and i'd a good time practising the one french phrase i've managed to master i.e. je suis desolee, j'attend mon marie be it at the bar, or bus stop.

siviez was a nice change of scenery and we found a piste that i fell in love with and could ski over and over again. we made it back to tracouet in time to take the last telecabine up, and our time down to the lodge. and who says it's only the early bird who gets the worm? as we descended tracouet one last time, we chanced upon the hang glider gracefully floating down from the peak to the valley. how's that for a swan song?