I didn't write anything about Monday because I wasn't well. I came off the hill on Sunday afternoon with a stomach ache, and it didn't get any better when I had a very nice curry with friends on Sunday night. So I had a rather disturbed Sunday night, and after breakfast on Monday, I decided I didn't feel well enough to go out, in spite of its being a blue sky day. In fact, I spent quite a lot of Monday asleep. This gave Paul a chance to ski on his own, mainly in the trees because it was very windy, though it was sunny and warm.
In spite of sleeping a lot on Monday, I also managed to sleep well at night, so I was ready to go out this morning, which was another blue sky day. Over breakfast, Paul arranged to take some people down a difficult run, so I knew I would have to spend some time sitting at Ten Mile Station waiting for him to return from that. We went up the Quicksilver lift, then I skied down to Ten Mile Station to wait for Paul. It was such a sunny day, it was hard to find a place to sit where my face wouldn't fry, but I sat in a chair facing the lift but with my back to the sun. Even at 10.30, the place was quite busy, with quite a few people sitting outside, as it was so nice in the sun.
You can see all the skis piled up outside. Paul wasn't gone long, because one of the people he took up developed a problem with his snow board, so they didn't go to do the difficult run, they went down to go to the shop to get it fixed. Paul agreed to meet them again at 1, and skied back for me and we went off. The skiing wasn't entirely pleasant in the morning, it was very crusty and difficult to get the edges in, but I persevered.
We met the other people somewhat before 1, and had some lunch. The place was much busier at lunch time, and you may just be able to see the tiny figures of the skiers on the slope above, all making their way down to lunch.
Paul went off at 1 to take the others off for the difficult run, and I waited until he got back, then we went off together again. Unfortunately, he had skied into a tree on the way down, and hurt his thumb.
The snow was much softer in the afternoon, so I found it a bit easier to get my edges in. This is the bottom of the run we were doing, where it is quite steep going down to the village.
Paul said I was making quite good linked turns, and we went up and down quite a few times. The chair lift at the bottom was not easy to get onto, because the snow had melted and then frozen to ice. On one occasion, 6 people attempting to get on the chair all fell off - a child in the middle fell, so she clutched her father, who also fell, and then they all went, rather like skittles. Quite some time had to be spent sorting them out of the resulting heap and finding all their skis. Unfortunately, I didn't get my camera out in time to get a good picture of the muddle. When our turn came, Paul was too far to the left and the chair just poked him in the back, so then he fell over. However, his skis didn't come off, so the chair was stopped and he was able to get back on.
By 3 o'clock, my legs and knees were tired, so we caught the bus back to the Inn again. It was such a beautiful day, I couldn't resist taking this picture through the bus windscreen.
This is the parking lot at the Ice Rink. It is fairly empty mid-week, but it will be completely full at the weekend. I hope the clouds in the background are full of more snow! The snow in the village has mostly turned to slush, and it gets very icy when the sun goes down.
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