Moguls are not easy!

Vicky had decided to have a morning off as well, so we breakfasted, saw the rest off, then along with Ian we went shopping again. We bought what we needed, along with some giant sandwiches, then lunched in our room. 

The ski class was down to five when we met Julie, and she took us up the four man that leads to the other valley, Grau Roag. The red down the other side was very busy, but when she set off calling 'follow me' we all did, like lemmings. The side of the run she led us to was very quiet, mainly because it was sheet ice. I was trying to remember all she had told us, but it turned out to be just a battle for survival, at every turn I seemed to slip and lose control. How I got down I will never know. At the bottom Julie explained that she has taken us that way deliberately so that if we ever got on steep ice we would know what to do. Thanks Julie! After that the lesson was mostly a doddle, and included a go at a slalom (a very small flat one). Vicky was best in group, I was worst as I kept getting going too fast ( for me) and had to slow down. 

A doddle until we came back up to the summit that is, and started on a nasty red back down into Pas. Did I say moguls are easy? Not these ones. The run was long, steep, and very bumpy. I still managed to just about get down in one piece though. 

After a well deserved bath we met for pre dinner drinks where the others told us of their day. Ian had had a lazy day reading in the room. Chris, Kathy and Alex had reached the furthest connecting resort of El Tarter. Kathy sent me a photo she had taken the day before, so here it is to brighten the blog. 

We ate, played pointless, then I had to retire due to exhaustion.