The Two-Mile High Club

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It took 15 minutes for the ‘plane to circle and climb to 12,000ft, during which I became more and more nervous. I was the only first-timer and, although I fully trusted Max, to whom I was firmly strapped (in the doggy position) when they shouted “12,000ft. Doors OPEN!” I thought “You’re all MAD!”Continue reading “The Two-Mile High Club”

Tales from the Back Country. Team Kathy & the Indren Inversion.

10th Feb 7
The Indren Inversion. We looked down like gods from the top of the world.

Gressoney Back Country Ski Course with Snoworks – Day 5

The Indren Inversion. Sounds like something out of The Big Bang Theory!

The gods seemed to be against me this morning. We looked out of the window and saw – nothing! The mist was right down to the bottom of the mountain. Mark decided not to ski today. He was shattered and his back and neck were really painful from his rather heavy fall on Tuesday.

I think that the emotion of of leaving the pups for another full day also played a part. I can understand that. I felt exactly the same way!Continue reading “Tales from the Back Country. Team Kathy & the Indren Inversion.”

Tales from the Back Country. A Better Bettolina Bassa!

9th Feb 3
Nick’s grin – wider than usual when we saw the weather window granted by the gods for Bettolina!

Gressoney Backcountry Ski Course with Snoworks – Day 4

We were so lucky today and got a perfect weather window for a second descent of the remote Bettolina Bassa. Our bus ride to the meeting point at Gressoney la Trinité had been in dense fog but as we rose from St Anna to the top of the Bettaforca lift, everything was sparkling in the sun.

We had soft powder glistening and flakes of blown snow hanging in the air like motes of dust, twinkling golden in a shaft of sunlight.Continue reading “Tales from the Back Country. A Better Bettolina Bassa!”

Tales from the Back Country. Euan, ‘Eurika’ and Eagles.

8th Feb 2A Morning Commute
Our busy morning commute on the Seehorn lift!

Gressoney Back Country Ski Course with Snoworks – Day 3

I managed not to cock up the porridge this morning and the tactic of putting grated cheese in the pups’ food seemed to get us over the hand feeding issue! The pups saw us off with a look of resignation rather than reproach, but we both felt like we had been steamrollered. After two full days skiing off piste, I was so stiff that I could hardly walk!

It was snowing! My first sight of the morning was Snoworks’ Nick Quinn skidding powder snow off the piste over his head, whooping with excitement and shouting “Look at THIS!!!!!!”Continue reading “Tales from the Back Country. Euan, ‘Eurika’ and Eagles.”