Today I woke up late to a bustling house. I got up to find my parents telling me that we were going to be going skiing in about I half an hour. I crammed a breakfast and getting ready into that time period. When we looked outside we saw a thick layer of fog and decided to go to La Tour to ski the trees where we thought that the visibility would be better. We were wrong. The clouds broke at about 2000 meters, so the higher resorts were the place to be. We decided to give La Tour a try and see if the trees would make any difference.
The trees were worse, you could not see more than 5 feet in front of your face. We were not about to give our selves a death sentence and go ski in the fog, but we were not done skiing yet. We grabbed a bubble lift down to the base and saw our sticker on lift 31. We thought that we could see the lift station of Grand Montets from La Tour and decided to brave the crowds and go there. When we got to our favourite lift in the Chamonix Valley, Plan Joran we all crossed our fingers hoping that the lift would break the fog. When we got to the top of the lift our wish came true and the lift broke the fog. We skied off the Bochard lift for a couple of runs, then skied down to mid mountain for some lunch. When we got back out we thought we would try to ski the summit, but we saw the line and anticipated that it would be a 1 hour wait to get on the cable car and had to settle for our trusty old Bochard lift. We ended up finding a great spot just a little bit off of the lift line and did a couple more runs on that.
When we were nearing the bottom of the last run, the fog had risen and my dad and I got separated from my mom. We ended up waiting for 15 minutes in the fog still without a glimpse of her. My dad finally made the call to ski down to the mid mountain lodge, where we found her waiting. We decided to call it a day and head down the mountain.
We got home to another clean apartment, thanks to Lea, had an awesome left over meal and watched a Newsroom to cap off the night.