Oscar and I popped up the last Montenvers train in search of pillow lines. What we found was some crappy wind affected snow - the wind had been much higher than forecasted. The pillows were out so we quickly built a mini jump and messed around. Nothing interesting. We left a bit late which made the shit skiing and bushwhacking down to the James Bond somewhat more difficult. I tried to jump the train track blind and landed on the snow-less gravel afterwards. Apparently the sparks were pretty impressive. Ooops.
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| Following the piste basher home |
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