Christmas Day began with a bit of a surprise - I managed to fall out of the loft sleeping area and clatter down the ladder, gaining some impressive bruises. Nothing broken, but I'm still sore a week later.
I met a grumpy old Scotsman in the day lodge on the first day; he was bemoaning the lack of powder, but in truth December is a bit early to be expecting waist-deep champagne. He probably got even more dour shortly after we met - he walked off with Lou's hot chocolate instead of the fancy coffee he'd just paid for. The irony was that he'd struggled to get out of the UK because of snowfall. He should count himself lucky - anyone from the UK who'd booked a trip to Lake Louise for Christmas would have been pretty pissed off. We headed to Louise on the way back from Golden. Their conditions were more like June than December, although it didn't stop them proclaiming the snow to be 'generally good' on their website. The runs we tried were littered with bare rock sections, and often horribly icy. I ended up walking down one section, carrying my skis. We returned to the lodge and got a refund. I've never held the management of Lake Louise in very high regard, and this latest episode just added to the long list of similar stories that get swapped around whenever Calgary skiers get onto the topic of best and worst hills. I put a selection of pictures from the trip on my Picasa site, here.
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