And so I’m back to my very favourite mountains. The French Alps. I’ve been here for about 3 weeks now, but I’ve been so very busy that I haven’t had time to write, or process very much for that matter. But I’ll tell you this for free, the mountains and the oceans are my favourite places to be.
In these particular set of mountains I’ve spent summers camping with my family. We climbed, walked, swum and cycled anything we could. I’ve spent a whole winter being encased by snow whilst skiing and snowboarding until my heart was content. And this winter I plan on doing the same.
These first weeks have been eventful as they always are. But the past 3 weeks have been more eventful than most. My friend got engaged on top of a glacier, a woman I know broke her leg on Christmas Day, and I’ve met about a billion people. And naturally I pushed myself too hard and have caught a cold but lost my voice. You win somethings, you loose others! Oh and my elbow is currently coloured black and green. I don’t like skiing on ice!
I’m steadily dealing with the loss of a friend. Hopefully, only a temporary loss, but a loss all the same. So add all the other factors into the mix and these first few weeks have been both physically and emotionally exhausting. However, I’m hoping the space the mountains give will soon be my chicken soup for all my current ailments.
Despite my illness, I’m so very, very lucky. My chalet is gorgeous, the people I work with are great and the friends I’ve made in the local pub have adopted me and my fellow chalet girls. I’ve signed up for freestyle lessons, so that should be both hilarious and productive. It’s all shaping up to be an excellent season. And did I mention the DC riders come to town in March, maybe they can teach me a few tricks…