Today my husband played hooky from work and we ran off to Davos to squeeze in one last ski day before the season ends. The snow was remarkably good for this time of year [note: this observation is based on my limited knowledge of April ski conditions, given that I’ve been skiing in April none times before today]. I even managed a couple red (intermediate) slopes.
How ridiculous is it that I have already started to take panoramic views of snow-covered Alps for granted? We hardly took any pictures today. I really wanted to photograph the crash site from Scott’s face plant in the fluffy off-piste snow, but he didn’t think that was a particularly good idea.