Greg and I went to Villars (in Vaud) for our first skiing experience, which led me to decide that I hadn’t found a vocation as a skier. He loved it so much, however, that we went to Morzine (in the Haute Savoie) a couple of days later, him to ski, me ostensibly to take photos. However, the cold driving rain kept me inside most of the day (although, as you’ll see, I risked my equipment going out on a few occasions), but Greg continued regardless, paying no heed to the wetness of his exterior.
Going skiing with Daddy • I couldn't help but think that this girl looked impossibly small for going skiing, but her parents obviously thought otherwise.
The snow on the pistes was being topped-up (not to say provided) by ski-generators, which is why you can see grass beyond the ski-run itself.
The snow on the pistes was being topped-up (not to say provided) by ski-generators, which is why you can see grass beyond the ski-run itself.
Going skiing with Daddy • I couldn't help but think that this girl looked impossibly small for going skiing, but her parents obviously thought otherwise.
The snow on the pistes was being topped-up (not to say provided) by ski-generators, which is why you can see grass beyond the ski-run itself.
The snow on the pistes was being topped-up (not to say provided) by ski-generators, which is why you can see grass beyond the ski-run itself.
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