L'equipe vache (yes, team cow) endured the 12 hour train to Grenoble to hit les Deux Alpes for a weeks skiing (in my case, snow plowing). My only fall was endured falling over my wheelie bag on the way into the chalet on the first day and other than that there were no mishaps - other than Sam not ever being able to get up off the ground, Sy dropping his phone from a chairlift, Zara flunking on a jump so much you could hear people laughing from the chair lift and our dishwasher flooding bubbles across the whole chalet. The weather was perfect - skies so blue we often felt the need to stare at the sky and say `Live Young, L'Evian` repeatedly and the après ski lived up to it's reputation (note to self; do not attempt skiing after drinking on tequila ever again). A very merry week was had by all.
Just one thing...wheres the action shots guys? Rach, next time i wanna see some air!!!!
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