saint jacques
Jon went in a seat ahead then Dom and I in one behind. We were scooped up and bounced around - not a good sensation. Then came the moment I had been dreading: the end of the lift. It turned out to be nowhere near as bad as I was expecting, but I still fell over and took Dom down with me!
We headed off to the left and my turns were working nicely. Next came a really steep bit which I couldn't manage, then a long fairly steep run which should have taken about five minutes but which took me four falls, as many huffs, much coaching and I finally reached the bottom about an hour later.
It was done, over. Thank God.
The snow really came down in the afternoon and visibility wasn't great which was a good excuse for Caroline and I to head to the pool. The boys went out for ages though. The word is that the powder is awesome (apparently).
The best thing is after a good night's rest I'm dying to get out there and do it again!
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