Our last ski was a hot one!
We left the house in flip-flops and ski trousers (a new combination that I'm not convinced is likely to catch on..) and drove the bends up the mountain to Oz, with the windows down, the sun high and the birds in full Spring song. The short drive is always beautiful; waterfalls are positively charging at this time of year, such is the extent and speed of which snow is melting higher up.
Both the bigger Trekker's , Rudy and Jensen, have skied a lot this season. Our local ski club, Bourg d'Oisans, meets on a Saturday lunchtime for an afternoon ski, and this year they did a week at Easter with the ski club of Villard Reculas. Both clubs are fab, the former being more focused on getting children to ski socially with the emphasis on fun (and fast skiing!), the latter with more instruction and 'training'. The week is a mixture of freeride and competition skiing - culminating in a timed Slalom event, a great way to end a brilliant week.
Only Jensen and I made it up the mountain for the last day of the season, but I'm so glad we did, despite initial reservation - pulling on your ski trousers and ski boots when its shorts weather is something of an effort!
The snow had just begun to soften when we got off the first lift. Spring snow, in good condition, is absolutely glorious to ski on. But you have to get your timing right - too early in the morning and the pistes are rock hard and icy....too late and the snow is heavy and slushy. About mid morning is just perfect. We spent three hours riding the deserted lifts and pistes in the beautiful sunshine....skiing our favourite runs for the last time.
Our final run was the long black 'La Fare'. You know when the season is on its way out when you have to take off your skis to walk the last 50m to the ski lift through a muddy cow pasture! As we sat having a late lunch of omelette and chips, admiring our mud splattered ski boots we both agreed it seemed like a fitting end to a fantastic winter season!
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About Me & Mine
Nikki and Tim Siggs, and the three 'Sigglets'; Rudy (11), Jensen (8), Theodor (2.5) and a Jack Russell called Tofu. Four years ago we swapped the rolling fields of Hampshire for the dramatic peaks of the French Alps to pursue a long held dream .... so far the adventure has exceeded all these dreams.
Favourite place in the world:
So hard to choose an all time favourite! As a family we have been holidaying in 'La Drome', (the bit of France sandwiched between the Alps and Provence) for ten years now; a beautiful, less well known and consequently unspoilt region, we have come back year after year to set up camp amidst the truffle oaks and rivers. But we are still busy discovering our adopted home in the Oisans Valley. A definite favourite is hiking up through the Sarenne Gorge to the plateau where the boys can paddle in the (icy cold!) river and we can picnic on the grassy tufts, keeping an eye out for the elusive Marmottes!
Favourite things to do outdoors:
The older boys belong to the local ski club so the winters are all about being on the mountain ... in the summer you can find us biking, hiking, picnicking and walking - until it gets too hot (and it does get REALLY hot here) where we seek out the blissfully cool waters of the Veneon river for hours of dam building and feet paddling.