I hadn’t really planned on getting the skis out before the lifts started spinning in December. Until recently, I’d been more than happy to eke out the last bit of summer fun out of the season.
But as the days have grown shorter and colder, my motivation to get out and run or bike has been similarly diminished. Until yesterday that is. I spent most of the day at work sifting through winter photos of various resorts, add to that some gentle pestering by my friend Oskar and some fresh snow, and motivation was on the up again. Before I knew it, I was waxing my skis and rifling through boxes looking for all my ski gear.
Location: Aiguille du Midi