Stefaan, Ben, Klaas and I have known each other for 30 years, and this is our first time skiing together. Worth a selfie.
The first day of skiing is in the books. Our legs are tired and our cheeks still glow from the cold. It's raclette night. The cheese melts slowly, the wine disappears a little faster, and with every refill the stories around the table seem to improve.
Stefaan and Klaas in a gondola.
Bochard summit, with the whole valley of Chamonix below.
It was the men's turn to cook, so we took over the grill behind the chalet and put together a proper winter BBQ: five kinds of meat and plenty of vegetables. For dessert, we whisked sabayon by hand, spooned it over ice cream, and finished it with raspberries on top.
Stefaan, Ben, and Klaas.
Skiers about to enter the clouds.
Ben's smile says it all.
Ben grabbed my camera and used my goggles as a mirror to capture the mountains behind us.