Back to Chamonix! I was here on Christmas back in...(1995, I think).
Wasn't much of a skier back then - not much better now but at least the place didn't scare the ski-pants off me this time - serious terrain, amazing views and wonderful conditions. We met up with Mike and Stacey (thanks for driving down to see us!). It was like we were back in Fallon again: trading Beastie Boys lines and tearing up the mountain...except everyone was speaking French...luckily Mike learned French (probably during a spare weekend last year).
The conditions varied every day - I loved our time in les Houches (I almost caught Mike on one of the runs) Michelle was digging the huge dump of snow we had on our last day (and she...well...kicked my butt - I'm man enough to admit it...).
And thanks to that one French guy in that little ski shop that guided me right on the rentals (where's my skis Delta Airlines!?), put a great layer of wax on Michelle's skis and was cool about giving ski area tips to an American that didn't speak a lick of French - you rock - and so does Chamonix.
