It feels like coming home β staying in Montgenevre as tobydenn mentioned on our Facebook page. A total of days so far in the last three years! Our skiing routine has quickly returned. However, living in the mountains means that any routine can and will change depending on the weather and snow conditions. On a typical ski day we firstly have a walk with Merlin, enjoy a cuppa Yorkshire tea these days with a quick bakery based breakfast, then we hit the slopes.
Our favourites are chasing either fresh powder snow or bluebird sunshine! Arriving in mid-Feb, the resort was desperately in need of some snow. Luckily for us within 3 days there was a dump of 30cms or so and we were able to ski fresh powder. By the end of the first weekend an extraordinary metre of snow had fallen for us to enjoy. It seems like everyday Toby was diligently clearing the snow around Beatrix including off her roof this year.
Typically, he ended up falling off the ladder at one point. I get that this comes with learning and experience. When I started skiing I had to think about everything. Now I get the differences he spoke about β the different feels of snow. From fresh powder, icy corduroy, slush or snail snow my own term! That first powder weekend in February I did a face plant in the fresh powder trying to get my own fresh tracks. The snow is one thing on the slopes, another that can make or break a day skiing for me is visibility.
The ideal bright, bluebird sunshine days that are chilly to keep the snow good! Needless to say, the latter are my least favourite. In the mountains the conditions can change quickly. We headed up the mountain. Skiing really can take you out of your comfort zone β very quickly! As with any of our tales β life is not always as simple as just going out and having fun. We were cooking dinner and both suddenly noticed that we felt chilly. It was and the heating said it was running but no heat was coming out of our radiators!
Toby checked all the radiators β none of them were working. He looked for leaks of the heating fluid. In the dark with a torch, we slowly realised we might be in trouble. It was dark and we had no way of heating Beatrix and the temperature was supposed to fall to -7c tonight. After a bit of fault finding, we found the Alde heating fluid glycol in its little reservoir was the problem.
