Summary
IT'S my first day on the mountain and I'm lost (nothing new there) at a potentially crucial fork on the piste.
I've been cruising a fat curvy S-bend affording magnificent views over Lake Tremblant and the wilderness beyond and, as usual, my interest in the scenery has taken precedence over reading signposts.See the full content of this document
Extract
A Little Piste of Heaven
Moments later, a mountain guide schusses alongside me.
"You need to go down 'ere," he says, waving his pole. "Stay left, left, left all ze time and you'll be back at the village."'Ave a nice day," he grins, and with a deft flick of the skis he's gone, whooshing off like Johnny Rocket down a nearvertical drop....See the full content of this document
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