"I was in line at the gondola at 8:55 am. Second gondola, and straight up to the Signal chair. Signal was closed, so I lined up with one other guy. He looked pretty legit and had a backpack, so I bluntly asked him: "Bonjour, ça va ? Je m'appelle Miles, et toi ?" He said his name was Eric, then switched to English and asked if I was alone. I said I was, and he suggested we ski together."
"I'd scoped a great tree skiing zone the previous day, and from the top of Signal, we headed straight for it in a whiteout. It was wild up there above treeline. I floundered, zigzagged, apologized, and eventually got us where we wanted to go-and it was good. It wasn't crazy deep, maybe 12-18″ of new snow, but it was untouched. I'd taken photos of the zone the previous day, and we used those to find clean lines through the trees and bushes."
"Then the chair we'd really been waiting for opened. Now it was steep, short, sweet powder runs-and we were the only people skiing the entire zone. It turns out Eric likes faceshots, and in French, "faceshots" is "faceshots." We started on the far left and worked our way slowly right each run, never worrying about anyone else getting there first. The day was a dream. We skied, laughed, and had it all to ourselves. We couldn't believe our luck."
A light snowfall arrived at the Fahrenheit Seven hotel in Les 3 Vallées, prompting an early lift. A chance meeting at the gondola led to skiing with a companion named Eric. They navigated a whiteout from the top of Signal to a scouted tree-skiing zone with roughly 12–18″ of untouched snow, using prior photos to find clean lines through spaced trees and bushes. A chair opened to steep, short powder runs that they skied alone, tracking out two chairlifts' worth of powder. They finished content at 2 pm, and Martin later took him out to tapas for dinner.
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