We got on a gondola and went up to the top of Hell Mountain Base Camp. They call it Base Camp for some reason even though it’s at the top of the mountain.
My hubby hired a private ski instructor to teach me how not to kill myself, since I’ve never skied. He taught me a lot, but in the end, the mountain won.
I was defeated.
And bloated. Very bloated.
I really liked hanging out in the alpine village, however. It was very relaxing, unlike skiing.
So well, in fact, that I actually won the grand prize. What a shocker! I would have had just as much fun even if I hadn’t have won, though.
Except for the bloating part. That was difficult to endure.