Yesteryear’s snow…

Fifty years ago today, my brother and I rode the Avoriaz tram, went up to the Prolays ridge, and skied down into the Lindarets Valley.

In these days, there was no lift, no ski run, just a mountain village where our family restaurant was located.

We went there to discharge the roof that was dangerously loaded, and even though it was relatively late in the season, snow was at its peak level with more than 4 meters (160 inches) accumulated.

We had never seen so much of it (yeah, we still were young!) and when we told our parents they had never heard of such huge layer either.

It was another era and with global warming and a deteriorating planet, it may never be seen again.

I’ll miss that...