The reason we ski/snowboard is for the feeling of flying around the mountain, surrounded by awe inspiring views and being able to share those moments with friends and family over a bowl of bubbly melted cheese.
After a few weeks of skiing over the years I had finally breached the ‘legal’ drinking age in France that just so happened to be where we were going this year. After having been left out of the mad stories that my siblings had about their nights out on the slopes I was chomping at the bit to get…
After that nightmare journey up the chairlift we had dusted ourselves down, regained our composure on the snow and got our ski legs back… Now it was time to click into our skis and get onto the slope. After…
As I arrived with my family at the base of the slope, ski boots tightened, bravado ski high I began shuffling towards the chairlift. The brash confidence that had once enveloped me drained faster then the blood from my face. I had been observing how those in front of me had tackled the constant…