The day started off pretty wet and unpleasant, with visibility down to a few metres. I tried getting up higher, but the mist was still thick at 2000m. We decided to call it a day at 11:30am, and started to make our way over to Morzine for the midday bus. Fortunately we missed the bus by a sizeable margin, and decided in a slightly dispirited manner to make our way over to Mont Chéry, since that was the only remaining sizeable area we had not tried. And I'm very glad we did, because although the visibility was still poor, the pistes were in much better condition and there was almost nobody else there. The difference in the black Chevreuil since yesterday was amazing. It had been nicely pisted overnight, and it was pretty obvious that not many people had been on it during the day. Moreover, when we arrived it started snowing heavily, tiny flakes of snow that didn't stick to goggles, adding a nice fresh layer of snow. To begin with I took it very tentatively, but after two or three runs I started trusting the surface and my own balance, and was able to do it with a little more style, despite the poor visibility. So we had the entire length of Chevreuil to ourselves for a couple of hours. In spite of the poor visibility those hours turned out to be the most fun skiing I've had in a while. But then the snow turning wet, sticking to goggles and quickly soaking us to the skin, but also making the already poor visibility dangerously bad, so we hammered through the slush on Gazelle and caught the early bus home. It's nice to have started the day with such low expectations, and to have ended it with such exuberance.

No new snow overnight so the lower pistes are packed pretty hard, but the sun put in a welcome appearance. The first runs in Les Gets were great fun, and I took the above picture looking at the Chamossière lift from the top of Le Ranfoilly. It looked nice so I made my way over there. The upper half of Chamossière's Arbis run was excellent, and long enough to get a good rhythm going. Towards the end of the day some of the lower pistes were getting pretty icy, but I somehow managed to make it down the black Mouflon on Mont Chéry without falling, despite the fact that it was covered in icy moguls.

The day started with such promise. A layer of fresh fluffy snow on the car, and a dry chill in the air. So rather than mess with the Super Morzine lift and the tedious journey from its summit to Avoriaz, we decided to get the free Prodains bus and start from Avoriaz itself. From there we caught the TS Stade and TS Choucas up to "The Wall". So much for a clear day. Up there it was so foggy you couldn't see your skis, never mind the piste ahead, which made moving at anything quicker than a snail's pace difficult and dangerous. So we came back down to Avoriaz, took the TS Tour and TS Mossette over to Les Crosets, then back over via Avoriaz and the Super Morzine bubble, up Le Pleney and over via TS Charniaz to Les Gets, redeeming a particularly bad day's skiing with a run down the black Myrtilles. Let's hope tomorrow is better.

Yesterday's bone-juddering was nicely softened overnight by just a little fresh snow. I made the most of it, with seven hours' skiing all over Morzine/Les Gets. Visibility was poor up on Chamossière and Le Ranfoilly, but better lower down. The only really unpleasant runs were the blacks from La Rosta, Yéti and Myrtilles, which were pretty icy. The weather tomorrow is supposed to be fine, so the plan is to go over to the Avoriaz side.

Looks beautiful doesn't it?

Well, looks can be deceptive. It was rubbish. Yesterday's slush had frozen into a solid sheet of ice overnight, which the piste-bashers had subsequently broken up into countless little ice-cubes, resulting in a bone-juddering ride. It's such a shame because if yesterday's conditions had been just a few degrees colder, today would have been awesome.