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The gorgeous Alps.
Mont Blanc is more than just a white mountain.
Mike took this photo of the clouds mimicking the mountain tops.
If we come back in 10 years, the glacier may not be there.
Colorful paraglider birds dance around the sky.
You can’t be afraid of heights.
The next step up from the playground swing set.
Wee! (or,
Yes!)
An actual bird.
 
Mike, Maria and Jon work on their stretches and/or ballet.
Muriel prepares some crepes.
At the bunny slope, Muriel teaches Maria how to ski for the first time.
Once Maria got some speed, Muriel ran for her life.
Until Maria fell down and couldn’t figure out how to get up.
Muriel attempts to pick Maria up off the ground, but fails.
Instead, Muriel stands over Maria exclaiming, “Les poisons! Hee hee hee,
HAW HAW HAW!”
Long story short, Maria ended up in a knee brace at the end of the week.
Jo and I take the lift to the top.
Muriel tries to avoid being in this photo, but there really is no where to
go.
Enough photo-taking, let’s hit the slopes!
Wait, one more, it’s a nice view.
Carving down the slope with Mu right behind.
Wave of snow.
Goofy grin as I attempt to scare Jo, who’s taking the photo, by
pretending to crash into him. I
ended up wiping out hard no where near him.
Jo and Mu take a rest.
Mu stops to take in the view.
I’m eyeing up an off-piste (off trail) jump.
Zut alors! I am flying!
Stop for lunch with Mu’s aunt and uncle.
There appears to be something wrong with lunch today for Mu, Kes and Nic.
Glaring poor visibility conditions when a storm came through in the middle of
the week.
Sarang and I stop for a quick photo on our last run
down the mountain.
At the end of a good day of boarding/skiing, we kicked back some beers.
And a croissant of course.
And some gooey chocolate thing that was really really
good.
The lively town of Chamonix.
Half of Chamonix is actually British.
The church looks pleasant, but rings its bells a bit too often when somebody
dies on the slopes.
I’m not really sure why Muriel appears to be crying. Perhaps we but cheese in her boots.
Guy with marshmallow hat and horse that Muriel liked to walk in front of.
Getting some shopping in for supplies…and birthday cake!
Jo celebrates Kes’s birthday with some nice
cake. It was Jon’s birthday
as well so you know we had to go out partying.
Birthday celebration dinner consisted of massive amounts of cheese.
Fondue!
Sacre bleu that’s a lot of cheese!
Sarang and I split the raclette,
which was half a wheel of cheese baking under a mini-oven. As the top of layer of cheese heats up
and gets all cooked and melty, I had to pull it out
and tip it down to scrape off the melty cheese onto
meat, potatoes, bread or whatever else.
Kes approves of the cheese.
Mu does not notice the alien next to her.
This is Muriel after she’s finished 5 glasses of wine and had a massive
dinner surrounded by cheese. In a
word: full.
An angel looks down upon us, waiting for someone to have a heart-attack.
Fortunately no one died from dinner.
Except for Maria.
Nic and Jo decide to get some dessert, but they can smell the strong aroma of
alcohol drenched in their sorbet.
Wowza that’s strong stuff!
The look of a satisfied customer.
Even Kes agrees there is something not right with
the dessert.
After dinner we hit the town.
Except for Maria of course because she died. Oh wait, there goes Sarang.
Anxious to hit the Chamonix club scene.
We found some cool DJ’s with one of them playing percussion to the
beats.
Champagne all
around!
Next we hit the dance scene.
In order to work off that meal we had just eaten, we calculated that we
needed to dance for 146 years.
I’m feelin’ some West Coast California
hip hop.
Ski all day, dance all night.
Au revoir Chamonix!
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