SKI

The Dents du Midi peak ahead; Jack in the foreground.

 The skiing here is scenic, I hear, compared to many places back home.

 The deep, fresh powder made for difficult turning. Jack coming up behind Carolyn.

Jack, our Happy Penguin

Michael was nowhere to be seen, as he raced off with students on the "black" runs - a total daredevil.


This was the play part of our spiritual retreat in Chesieres - village where I lived for 5 years - holed up dorm-style in a somewhat dumpy chalet (former boarding school), where we studied the Bible, worshiped, shared meals. 


Sunday morning we made it down to L'Abri the next village below, taking in chapel and lunch with desserts. The non-institutional, lived-in feel was a tonic in itself, I think. Not sure how many of our students were ready for such a stripped-down, no nonsense exegesis of scripture, but the seriousness of the place - no other reason for it to exist - was palpable.