After 30 days of non-stop skiing, I’m given the chance to reflect on all the wondrous adventures we’ve had together. Verbier has been blessed with the most memorable skiing in many,many years. Every run was in such great shape, alpine and treeline. I very nearly never left the valley. I wandered the ridges and combes, above and below tree line in search of good light and deep snow. Storm after storm hit us, driving us back into the light of the forest.

The most memorable was just last Tuesday, when Fi and I skinned up the Rosablanche and off the back. We skied down virgin couloirs filled with boot-top fluff, the 2.5 meters of accumulated snow, now compacted into the softest blanket of easy powder. We toured up another glacier, through another high pass, and skied down the most magnificent decent into the Bagnes valley in perfect conditions.

It has been blue-bird since that day. It’s cold, but the sun is intense. The wind has blasted the high peaks, revealing ice and rock. But the skiing is still stellar.

Meteo Blue is forecasting 5mm each day from Thursday through Saturday evening. We could get a fresh dusting to soften things up by the time I am back on my feet!