Redundancy in Awe

It is hard to describe or imagine the vastness without experiencing it. As you approach one of the 25 summits, another valley of skiing opens below. Run after run, we explore, never crossing the same ground twice. We find ourselves becoming redundant in our awe as we look across this other valley and see lifts spread across both sides and tiny dots of skiers on groomed runs on the far side.

We have skied many places in the US, and there is nothing like it at home. Standing on a summit between two of the larger valleys, knowing there is so much more I cannot see, I can easily imagine this place could swallow more than 10 Mt Bachelors.

While the boys happily pump adrenaline on the steep slopes high in Val Thorens, the girls and I soak in the sunshine on the groomed runs down in Saint Martin or Les Menuires, even in the same valley our paths will not cross.