So yesterday I was woken up at 7.30am to get up and get out so we could drive up the hill and get the first lifts so that we can make the most of the 'fresh pow'. After being given a little pep talk about how to change my technique to adapt to the new terrain and told that no one was going to wait for me as 'powder day is no friends day' I was a little apprehensive about what lay ahead. But hey, the worst that can happen is I fall over right? Right.
This picture doesn't even begin to come close to showing what it was like up there. Such heavy snow, poor visibility, but man is skiing on powder bloody awesome. The technique is just so different to skiiing on more icy, compact conditions. From what I gathered you pretty much have to lean back A LOT more and adapt an almost squat position. It's a hell of a workout for the thighs, and boy am I feeling it today.
Of course I fell over. It was inevitable. I did what people here call a 'yard sale' which pretty much means I went arse over tit, skis flying off one way, poles the other. It really was pretty impressive. The dude who came to help me out seemed to find it pretty funny when I told him it was my first powder day as he passed me back my rogue ski and bombed off. Big thanks to Georgie for taking one for the team and hanging back with me for the morning, it's much appreciated.
So yeh, now I totally get it. Powder days are awesome, but God above I have never seen weather like it. It's the means to an end, the ski hill will be incredible by early next week, but right now this storm is just insane. For a girl from a small town in England it really is crazy to look out of my window and see 3 foot of snow on my balcony after only clearing it last night. So next time the snow has settled 2cm on her floor at home and the schools have shut and civilisation has pretty much ground to a halt, I shall have a little chuckle to myself. You guys haven't seen anything yet...



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