Words And Photos by Lou Boyd
It’s an hour and half since I left Geneva airport and I’ve just woken up in the back of a taxi to find a wintery wonderland on the other side of my window. This might not seem at all remarkable to anyone accustomed to snow holidays, but it’s my first visit to the mountains and the most snow I’ve ever seen. I’m dumbstruck.
Looking across the back of the car to my travel companion Philly, we meet eyes and I see she’s feeling something similar. The light is fading and the mountains around us are becoming less visible by the second, but it’s still clear this is a part of our natural planet we’ve never come into contact with before. It’s left me feeling simultaneously overwhelmed and giddy to start exploring and experiencing it.
“I get the rare sensation that I’m somewhere totally new”
We’re travelling across Switzerland and France to reach our Chalet in La Rosiere, where the two of us will start an intense week of learning new skills – snowboarding for me, skiing for her – to see how well they can be mastered in a short amount of time. The group we’re sharing our car with are old hands and skilled snowboarders.
“Skiing is easier,” a tall, friendly looking guy in front offers as we explain our total novice status. “If you want to get anywhere in a week, skiing is your best bet.”
“Just ignore him,” laughs his partner in reaction to my fear struck expression. “You’ll just spend the first couple of days falling on your arse and come home with some impressive battle bruises. That doesn’t mean you can’t still manage to learn in that time.”