Ghost Town Skiing

The day dawned bright and clear, prompting us to drag ourselves from our cosy chalet and get out onto the slopes first thing. No race to get the first lift was required though, and once again we had the mountain to ourselves.

With more snow and low visibility forecast for after lunch, we decided to play it safe and not set out on one of the many tours in the area. Instead, we hoped to make the most of the power skiing from the lifts. Colder temperatures, however, had turned the powder to mostly crusty snow though, so we had to mainly stay on the pistes. Usually this would have been a bit of a shame, but as there still seemed to be no other skiers about, we made the most of having a private ski resort, putting tracks all over the well groomed slopes.

At least we had views of the alps today, which were as stunning as ever.

I took this photo to show what I mean about it being like a ghost town - No-one on the chair lift and no-one skiing! Just us.

We were certainly not complaining though as we zoomed around 60km or so of terrain, descending nearly 7000m of height!

Miles and miles of skiing to be had. In the end, the skies stayed mostly clear until much later in the day.

However, the wind did pick up after midday. You can see a plume of snow blowing off the left hand summit in the photo below, making us feel at least that a tour up a peak might not have been so pleasant.

Once things started to get a bit cold on the lifts, we decided to call it a day.

After getting changed, ventured down to the cool little town of Beaufort to get to the supermarket after skiing. There's not a lot going on around here and it was strange to drive down the hillside, out of winter and into spring. Nice little town though...