One of the ironies about me being married to a ski writer is that I don't like snow much, unless it's just on the mountain for the skiers. I hate driving in snow and I don't like being cold.
So, as I'm checking the weather forecast for when we were scheduled to leave Val D'Isere in France, I'm thinking that when you drive in your worst nightmare (down a mountain in a snow storm on tiny roads full of hairpin turns) then you won't have to worry about it so much the next time, because you survived it.
Well, I was thinking that before I left, and then thought, well, you better not think about having done it (safely and soundly) until after you make it down. Which we did. Which means, maybe, that next time I won't have to worry so much about it. Because it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, thanks to ski writer husband's adeptness as driving on mountain roads and him not even thinking it's an issue, because, after all, skiers love snow, regardless of where it is.
By the way, in addition, to getting over one of my worst fears, I got to spend time in one of the most beautiful villages in the French Alps. There is something very special about looking at your windows and being surrounded by mountains. That's the flip side of my snow issues and the payoff is worth the worries. Here's a look at Val d'Isere, just in case you're interested.
