Skiing The French Alpes - Le Raison d’Être
I’d like to begin this post with an…
…alternative and hipster goggle shot with myself and beautiful Scandinavians!!! #naturally.
Next up a hyperlink to the full facebook album #nice
First up I busted Alpe d’Huez with some of my favourite Finns, Jaakko and Viivi, who turns out are totally married and have plans on making beautiful blonde children. Not sure about that last part, though I feel its a legit assumption.
Apparently its not always sunny in the Alpes. We literally coludn’t see more than 10 feet in front of us. #thatshitcray I swore I would always check the weather report after this and would never be consumed by the white again. #forshadowing
Next up, all us bubbly exchange kids went on a ski day to Chamrousse. Which means something red… I guess.
Problems arose early as when ascending the treacherous peak. Our bus busted a flat! #gasp. We were not sure which tire it was however… so we just chose one and posed by it.
Ew, gross. MORE mountains. #facepalm
The cool thing about this photo is that I’m in it. The other thing that’s like mediocre at best is that you can see Grenoble in the top right corner.
Jaakko didn’t believe me that it was common in Canada to eat yellow snow for the nutritional value. It was quite perverse to him. He’s cray, just think of it as if there are snow cones eeeeerrywhere! #yummy
Cody, Jaakko and I enjoy ourselves #apresski. Knowing how popular baseball was in Finland, I bet Jaakko a beer he couldn’t hit a pole with a snowball. To this day my begrudged self has no idea how he managed it, I thought the Finns only knew how to look stunning, produce phenomenal hockey players, and drink black licorice flavoured alcohol… #yucky. Guess not eh.
Next, Maddy, Rebecca and I had an adorable Dal Ski day at Alpe du Grand Serre.
What a motley crue. #lovethatband.
And you thought Alpe d’Huez was bad? Well feast your eyes on this badass whiteout. I blame Blastoise. This time round, we could barely see 5 feet in front of us #aintitJ? At one point during the day I was skiing backwards and managed to crash into this poor frenchman. Somehow we got tangled up and he fell, even popped a ski off I think. #yikes. I then played a sweet remix of “pardon! Désolé!” on repeat while I helped him up. I think I’ve even apologized that much in English. I think I did good as he said I was “très gentille” after the catastrophe was settled #phew.
Rebecca, Maddy and I decided to play a game as you can see from the photo above and the ones below. Its the household favourite “try to climb a steep icy hill in a whiteout” #familyfun. I valiantly scaled the piste first, and then aided my comrades by taking sweet photos of them struggling to ascend the mound #obviously.
This is were Rebeccas changes her tactic to throwing her equipment as opposed to carrying it… I think the frustration may be getting to her…
The final stretch! It seems Maddy’s unrivaled perseverance may just about…
…win it for her! HowHow Maddy!!
Rebecca doesn’t quite seem to wear losing all that well…
A whole knew meaning to “frosted tips” NSYNC eat your heart out.
Eventually it became more fun to take photos than actually ski in such madness #remix…
I’ve decided its materialistic and far too mainstream to wear gloves.
Whats ski day with out some modeling? #BlueSteel
This amazing pic is of my class and I at Les 7 Laux. I’ve been out twice with these guys, they are a legitimate group, I’m a fan. Oh and it’s so hipster and alternative that I’m making friends with the locals so this is doing wonders for my image. #values