Dumping snow again yesterday.

Eight inches overnight.

Avalanche danger remained at 5/5, EXTREME.

People who’ve been coming here since the 90s say they don’t remember a stretch this snowy with avalanche danger this high.

The Alps are going off.

We were on the Golf chair in Village Méribel at 9 a.m.

From there, we headed to Adret. The snow was good, but you could feel the bottom.

Nadia had the idea to go as high as possible and try some of her secret spots.

Up high, visibility was nonexistent and the skiing was rough.

Then we stumbled onto a chair called Mûres Rouges, and it was just right.

Not too steep. Not too flat. And it holds some terrific freeride terrain.

Honestly, it felt like British Columbia with deep, dry snow and sumptuous pillows all over.

We lapped it in very deep, untouched snow that’s been stacking up since the big 2-meter cycle began.

There were trees for reference, too, which helped with the tough light.

I cranked laps there until about 1 p.m., when it was time to head home.

Sara and crew were headed to Paris. I was headed to Sainte-Foy-Tarentaise, about an hour away.

For the first time on this trip, I was about to be on my own.

We cleaned up the condo, said our goodbyes, and hit the road.

The drive to Sainte-Foy was smooth in my rented Toyota Yaris, and the roads were friendly.

Merci, la France.

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