Day 3:
Snow , Beautiful, Snow. And lots of it keeps falling from the sky all day long. I got up early, ate breakfast and decided to snowboard for the day with my new roommates Nick and Jana. Well it turns out, to much snow can be a bad thing, even for a ski resort. Most of the lifts where closed and the only run open was one super long one (about 5k) which took you all the way back to town. In itself this single run was cool, but the only way up from the bottom back to the top was a 30 minute train which was so pack with soaking wet skiers that by noon I called it a day and just set off to find some lunch.
I had lunch, a sandwich and éclair, and headed back down the mountain into Gryon, for a nap, a charge (Ipod, camera, computer), and a little writing.
When I woke up on the couch in the common room somewhere around 5pm, my new friends informed me it was friday night and we where required to get drunk. So much for my proposed sobriety. Damn. Spent the rest of the night drinking off the Shotski (a ski that is mounted with shot glasses and 4 people line up and do shots together), doing Jello shots, and having a merry old time. At some point everyone thought it would be a good idea to hike though the freezing cold a kilometer to get to the nearest bar. The walk there wasn’t horrible but did ended with numerous slips and falls onto the wet and muddy sidewalk.
Another glorious day in the Alps.
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Great to hear you got to go snowboarding! Did you go to Les Diaboleretes to ski? Shotski? Well that makes sense in the Alps. Also ensures all drinkers drink the shots at the same time or they wear the drink on their clothes! Looks like great fun. I’ll have to try that at home with a small surfboard (California style). Where was the nearest bar (0.56 miles) away? Was that further up into Bartolouse? Great photos! Keep on blogging!
I remember one time, (at band camp) the entire church youth group went up to the mountains, and your father told me that it wouldn’t be a problem to just run barefoot across the snow. He said that, “you won’t feel anything… its too cold to feel things”. Clearly he was wrong… and I earned a pair of frozen, bloody feet to go with this lesson: NEVER TAKE BOB’S ADVICE. NEVER. EVER. Stay warm, Robbie!
Yeah Jo!!!