Not Breche 3159

A lazy lie-in, coffee in bed, a short walk to the bakery with the dog. Croissants, toast.
Set off from the Grands Montets at midday, these alpine starts are hard. Bumped into Ross on his way down from his morning run, had a chat. Climbed up a couloir, skied a few hundred metres of powder.
Came home, had a glass of wine.
Five weeks after the last storm, and some of us are still skiing good snow. I have no idea what people are complaining about.

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looks fun. song?