'Yolo', 'Swag', 'Swagger' and 'One upped next-level hashtag-Yoloswag' aren't words you'd hear me cry out loud and actually mean them. Exclamation of hese terms are merely used to make fun of the idea representing them. People who actually mean them and out them in a serious matter. In their own way they've become a running gag on this vacation.
When I though day 3 was bad, we faced even harsher conditions on day 4. Winds went up to 75km/h at times, several lifts and even slopes were closed due to conditions. We did manage to travel across the map and did a couple good fast runs once we split up.
The wind was ruffenin' us up so much, that we came to complete stops on flats. This one time, I had to stop on the side of the slope, curl up like a bearded marmot-ball, back in the wind because even my hairy fraise wasn't up for the flying ice-particles. A wonderful feeling however, was shredding a slope, hitting up a patch of pow and feeling all the fresh snow hit you right in the face because wind. :)
After we did a a red piste I hear my friend Robbert say 'Lesgeau black'. I caught myself crying out a faint 'YOLO!' (Not that faint) and proceeded taking a connecting black slope. It was a pretty fast flat at first, but then we ended up on 1200 metres of pure horror. We were trapped on a 50 degree decline slope filled with huge moguls. Terribly difficult and dangerous terrain for boarders (let alone intermediate skilled boarders) but we did manage to get down. Took us a while and it wasn't really a neat & clean run, but in the end we made it. Then, it was time for a well deserved (and well overpriced) beer in the beautiful town of Val d'Isere.
Speed is becoming less of an achievement, but I managed to get up to 54km/h again. There is a 4.5km black slope close by that was previously closed because of wind and ice. This will be the slope I'll start and end my last day with tomorrow.