Fun as it is to hit the slopes with friends, one skier’s thirst for adventure and desire to connect with the mountains means she often prefers to explore on her own
I’m sitting in the sunshine on a picnic bench, on the slopes above Courchevel 1650 in France, eating a ham and cheese sandwich I made at the morning breakfast buffet. It’s a simple pleasure – a peaceful, quiet and unrushed lunch – with a stunning backdrop. After a swig of water, I get out my piste map and work out where next to explore – I don’t feel like anything too strenuous after a busy morning covering a lot of ground around Les 3 Vallées. Such is the joy of skiing alone; you can please yourself entirely.
I first started going skiing on my own about 20 years ago when I joined a learn-to-snowboard week run by Crystal in Söll, Austria. I made full use of the social activities organised by the tour operator and returned with many new friends. I’d chosen to take the leap as none of my skiing buddies wanted to spend a week learning to snowboard, and I didn’t want to go on a ski holiday with the usual gang and miss out on any on-slope fun while I was off mastering a new skill.
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