not very dumb, but oh-so-irritating.
Mid march this year, we got a heavy snowfall over two days. Everyone was hoping for some serious powder, but my pessimistic brain told me that it was to warm, just below freezing, and to humid.
That night, like half of the scandie seasonaires did a pubcrawl through most of the bars in Val d'Isere, and pretty much everyone became stupid-drunk. Whatever, I thought when I walked home at 3 am, and set my alarm at 7:30 in order to catch the first cabin.
I actually managed to get up, and out.. the only thing was that the visibility had taken the day off, and the 50 centimeters of snow were perfect for making snowballs, not so perfect for skiing. I just kept sinking right through it and stopping, and everytime I gained enough speed to stay on top of the snow I fell when I tried to turn. It was half okay above the tree line, but when we went down the forest and I almost fell into a tree-well, whooa, too much for a hungover brain.
Eventually, after a large amount of digging, cursing and fogged-up goggles, I got out of the forest. Yay me!
Turns out I went too far skiers left and ended up in the small village of Fornet. That ment another fifteen minutes of walking through mostly untracked, knee-deep, heavy snow just to get up to the road to catch a bus back to Val. The minute I reached the road the sun came out, but I was just way too tired to go back up and hit the groomers instead.
Note to self: Don't listen to the optimists, at least not when you have a hangover.