We strolled down for breakfast and amused ourselves by watching a guy in a Liverpool FC hoodie stealing bread, meat and cheese and surreptitiously make sandwiches for lunch. More fun was had when we spotted him taking chunks of cake. All were stashed away in a large backpack that should have said swag on the back. We went down to the boot room where I noticed a large notice I hadn't spotted before.
Out onto the slopes and on with our skis. We decided to ski down into town then back up the cable car. The slopes were clear and the snow amazing, as were the views.
Back up the cable car, up the belvedere. (where, to our delight, the zombie had taken to the slopes once more) down to Les gets, up the express, down to Chevonnes, up the Grains D'or express, and down to LaTurche. I didn't realise how much skiing we had done, I must be speeding up. In case you are wondering how quiet Ian has been all this time, as each lift comes in to land he always yells, GET YOUR SKIS OFF, as he worries that we won't be prepared enough to lift the bar and ski off and will end up going round again. It always scares the small child the ski instructors put on for us to look after. So we arrived, once again, at the button lift. Yes, you guessed it from today's title, there was a button lift related incident. As I have mentioned there can be many problems with button lifts. We decided that I should go first, and I casually skiied up,grabbed the button and put it between my legs. The man shouted something I didn't understand and the button whipped me up. Phew I had managed to cling on, but the button lift was not finished. It whipped me up again and this time threw me to the floor, dragged me up the hill a bit and then dumped me. I let go of the thing and looked up just in time to see Vicky hurtling towards me as I lay in a heap in the middle of the path. A nifty sway of the skis and she was past and away, as was Chris. Ian hesitated for a moment, wondering whether to disown me, but love won out and he admitted to the long suffering lift man that he was with me. Some minutes later I had picked myself up and got back in Line ready for another go. The man gave me the same French instruction as before and I was away, calm as you like, up the slope. I was reunited with my laughing children at the top. We skied up and down a few more runs, never once getting stuck on a chair lift, then paused for lunch.
We decided to go back via the Fys chairlift that involved going down a blue we had done a few times before, but there were so many people on it and it was really icy in the middle that I froze , like a deer in headlights, and Ian had to talk me gently down. We got going again eventually and decided to call it a day around 4pm, although Ian and Vicky did one last run after that. Top speed today was 27.9mph,distance 16.4 miles.
We went down the cable car again to get a vin chaud in the nice bar, expecting the cakes again. We were very disappointed to get nuts and olives. As we arrived back at the hotel the sky was spectacular, all different colours.
View from the hotel.
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