Andy must be thirsty, he bombs down – doing pretty well, actually.
Chris and I follow. Mmm, vin chaud.
After one more run we give up and decide to head back to the
apartment. We ski down to the bus stop. Right by the end of the piste
one of my snowblades submerges into some powder, the other one doesn’t,
I start to lose my balance, and fall over. Typical! (Snowblades aren’t
that good in powder, and neither am I.) Andy chugs past me, Chris giggles.
