By Noah- Today we decided to walk the opposite way to the town and watch a snowmobile race. But as you can see from the photo on the left it didn’t really work out like that. We arrived about 20 minutes early (as usual) so had to wait for the race to begin as the snowplough was still clearing the course.
After watching many skiers going up the ski lift and almost flying down the slope I decided that I really wanted a go. So we then wandered around the bottom of the slope trying to find where the skiis were kept as mum was still a bit sceptical about me going down the slope and (eventually) falling down. But, after walking into the cafe and a lot of pondering we walked through a doorway and found them! Within minutes I was kitted out with skiis and poles. As this was my first time skiing even on the little hill on the way to ski lift I fell over but got straight back up, undeterred and made my way over to the lift. As my mum looked on in dread and pride I carefully shimmied off the seat and side-stepped into the middle of the slope.Slowly turning my skiis straight down the slope I pushed off the flat and shot down towards the bottom. I went far to fast and accidentally dropped one of my poles and kind of lost control and skidded to a halt, took my skiis off and trekked back up the hill to retrieve my pole and then went back to the lift to start it all over again.
Now back in our room tired but happy we get ready for the night and the day that follows.