The town we are staying in is wonderful. It has lots of cobblestone streets winding through 13th century houses. You wander around, admiring the frescos and the intricate woodwork, and looking for the hidden alpine cats. However, this year, it has very little snow. Just enough to cover the top off the mountain, and leave the bottom half with icy man made snow.
So, the past two days, we took a bus to a nearby town higher up in the alps. The trails there aren't as hard, but at least they're completely covered in lovely, soft powder. The first day we went, we actually found some awesome black trails at the very top of one of the two (2!) mountains in this town. (In Europe, trails are labeled by color: blue, red and black.)
The second day, there were some serious winds, and a ton of the lifts were closed. So we couldn't climb up to our delicious trails at the top of the mountain. But we made the best of it. We found this one very nice black trail going down, and did it about 8 times, until we were quite good at it. We got our inspiration from the ski lessons we could see as we took the lift up. I worked hard at really attacking the mountain, and it was a lot of fun.
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