It dawned a beautiful day, as expected, for seven of us lucky skiers organised by David Colledge and Mark Watts for Villars-Diablerets. Mike descended from St Luc, Stephen from Morgins, Thatcher and David were already in Villars, which left only Mark, Mervyn and Peter to travel from the Terre Sainte. All met on time and quickly procured lift passes from the automat machines and we were whisked up on the telecabine (5 at a time with masks) to Roc d’Orsay.
Not a cloud was visible in the sky, only a light cool breeze, with almost 360 and fabulous views from la Chamossaire, the snow was pretty well perfect too. So we duly descended several times. Directed by David the Lucky Seven sped on through Bretaye, Rasse and Gryonne and up to Croix des Chaux for a couple of fine long runs. Mike tried to escape but was caught in time for Chaux Ronde and then across to Conche for the ride up to Meilleret for some fine running and finally to Les Mazots for a take-out lunch. No outside terrace, but we sat on our gloves at the top of the toboggan run in fine sun with a fantastic vista over to the Diablerets cliffs, surely one of the finest lunch views we have had there being no old chap in front of one to chat to over a table. Mervyn produced a fine bottle of white wine which was much appreciated.
After lunch we flew down Nationale and then wended our way back towards Villars.
The “Long Incident“
There was an odd and amusing but potentially dangerous event that occurred later on at Chaux Ronde, and which we now refer to as the “Long Incident”. From an observer looking back it seemed to me, and recollected almost in slow motion, that the chair behind ours was having some form of trouble. Their bar had not been raised in time for a slide off on skis. Despite ever more frantic efforts Stephen seemed set on doing a 180 and returning down the Lac Noire lift. What on earth was he doing ? Mike had managed somehow to get away behind a third person (dressed darkly) and both had slid away, but Stephen seemed to be an act on a Swiss clock, appearing then turning and disappearing now seemingly more rapidly on a turntable after the bell clangs. Happily the alarm sounded and the machinery ground to a halt allowing Stephen to make an undignified exit that looked as if it was his first time on a lift. We were later asked to believe that the culprit was the dark third party who had seemingly fallen into a coma or daydream with his skis still on the bar, and had thus prevented Stephen and Mike from raising the bar to escape in normal good time. The jury seemed to accept this story, but Mike was a little mute on the verdict. Stephen may be appealing…
No physical damage sustained (mental scars may last longer), we swooped down several more runs in the slightly worsening snow conditions, and definitely worsening knee and leg conditions, before the last long run down to the bar and cars in Villars. Stephen finally disclosed what he had been carrying in a backpack all day – a large pair of stout brogues.
Thanks to all for a fun day out in perfect weather with minimal queues, all returned safely – and only one “incident”.
