For the first time since being in Les Arcs, the snow started to fall. And BOY did it fall! We all got up for the first bus of the day which was definitely a new experience for me and it was totally worth it. The view had completely changed from the day before as you couldn't see any of the skyline or anything that resembled a mountain. We had to queue a while for the first lift to open and on the chairlift up we tried to decide which route to take. Somehow, the boys convinced me to go down the black run (only the second time I've gone down a black one - the first time was by accident!) but it turned out to be the best decision of the day. I was thigh high in fresh, buttery powder and was gliding down the mountain and it was glorious! I was cheering and wooping the entire way down, accompanied by a few beautifully cushioned splats! We were all a bit excitable (it was James' 30th birthday and he was like a kid on E numbers!) as it was so much fun but then I had a spectacular face plant that gave me whiplash which wasn't so great. BUT I manned up and dealt with it and carried on til the afternoon where the visibility then got terrible and the snow kept falling. It was a challenging day but rewarding all the same. As you can see from some of the above shots, the scenery was amazing - obviously that includes my epic frozen helmet hair! Roll on another powder day!
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