The end of a great ski season

My first ski season as an instructor at Avoriaz, France, ended fifty years ago, also on a Sunday, May 3.

It ended with at least 5 meters of snow accumulated by the top tram station (not shown on the picture; suffice to say that as skiers were disembarking from the tram, they had simply no stair to climb down!)

That spring and early summer, the snow would take forever to melt.

With plenty of regrets, while I was just beginning to have fun, I had to put aside the boards and take a job as assistant surveyor in St. Gervais, another ski and mountain resort, at the foot of Mt. Blanc.

I wanted to see if that job could lead to a career that could dovetail with my addiction with skiing.

More about this later…