Day two and it has to be said that we’re all feeling the effects of yesterday. Amy crawled from her bed like a bear awakening from hibernation, except this one looked like crutches were required.
By half past seven there was no sound from the adjoining room. I rang and someone sounding like Harrison answered. The first few words consisted of one indeterminable syllable and he then hung up. A few minutes later followed by a second phone call and I was pretty sure it was my son that was answering the phone. With a bit more cajoling we managed to get the family to breakfast.
Another impressive spread but with the skiing ahead we needed our fuel.
The weather was great to start but we knew the snow was coming over the mountains. We headed off towards El Tarter and then on to Soldeu.
There was a definite need to grease the mechanics of our legs so we headed for a restaurant and Amy and I had some gluhwein and the boys had Fanta.
After some brief respite the boys and I went for a blast whilst Amy stayed in the pit stop. After whizzing down a blue run we decided we were up for more and went for a second red run. Inadvertently after enjoying the start a miscalculation put us on a black.
It was no ordinary black as well. Very steep and longer than we would hope now we were committed. It was a short distance into this when Callan took a small tumble and giggled as he slid down on his bum. Whilst I retrieved Callan, Harrison was confident enough to make his way to the lift and wait. As I looked down I saw a cloud of snow and a flash of green similar to Harrison’s ski jacket. When the micro avalanche subsided the radio sparked into life with Harrison shouting “what idiot invented black runs…!!!” Callan managed to competently negotiate his way down to the lift whilst I went and help Harrison remove a bucket full of snow from the back of his ski jacket!
By now the snow was beginning to fall. We went back and joined Amy for chicken nuggets and coffee. We began to make our way to Canillo with Callan making his repetitive call of “Soldeu, Soldeu” whilst sitting on a chair lift.
With the snow now falling heavily we cut the day a little short and stopped at a mountain shop. Amy wanted to get a really nice hoodie she’d spotted which commemorated the 2019 Ski World Cup in Grandvilara. Whilst there Callan spotted they sold helmet covers and with only a handful of choices it was fate that one was the Honey Bee that he’d been after. One very happy little boy.
Now back in the hotel we’ve had a relaxing afternoon interspersed with table football and pool. Looking forward to Dinner.
Harrison –
As i went down the black run, I was on my head half the time doing forward rolls down the wall of snow. Pretty unpleasant with a block of ice touching your skin whilst in below 0 temperatures. I was cursing more than i have ever done in a minute screaming “what idiot had the bright idea to create a black run. Why can’t we ban them from being existed?!” after the big interruption we finally head back to ski lift with me going “ahhh…ahhh…ahhh, that’s cold!” when I sat down it was a whole lot worse. I had the ice pressing onto my back, snow the size of of salt hitting me in the face at 50kmh and the temp at -8 degrees. after getting off at the top we radioed in on mummy (Amy) to order the food for us. We ate chicken nuggets and headed off for more skiing.
This feels like i’m doing a report for school.
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