So, I know that this is now the THIRD time I've definitively declared, 'it's the last ski of the season', but do you know what? This definitely WAS the last ski of the season. Grands Montets is the last of the ski hills to close (it's the highest, at 2700m) and yesterday was the last day for the ski lifts. We decided to take the girls for one last ski, not really appreciating what a party it was going to be. It felt like the whole of Chamonix was there.
We decided to go early, thankfully, mainly so that we could ski before the conditions deteriorated too much, but we were also glad to have skied before the drunken crowds hit the slopes. The girls were pretty lackadaisical on their skis - I think they're pretty skied out - but boy, did they perk up when we discovered the zip lining, face painting, horse riding, bucking bronco and BBQ. It was a PARTY. A few coffees and sausages in baguette later, and I was pretty happy too.
So that's it - the ski rack is now off the car, and while Toby isn't ruling out some ski touring from the Aiguille de Midi, the girls and I have put away our skis. What a great season it's been.
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