What was the most inspirational moment of your trip?
I'm choosing three.
Our last day of skiing, thoroughly enjoying a long, difficult descent, without falling, and feeling in total control. Such a sense of achievement as that hill would have terrified me earlier.
Snowshoeing up on the plateau on our last day (high wind and melting snow made skiing impossible). It was so beautiful, vast, dazzling, white expanses, sunshine, wide views and terrific winds. Utterly exhilarating, and none of us regretted losing a day of skiing as Albert had arranged such a great alternative, and different, last day.
Being down in Hell on our free day. It is dramatically more beautiful (and chillier) than you might imagine!