As usual I only took a camera to the slopes once. It was beautiful as to sun and sky, but windy. As a result I didn't get many pictures of the various parts of the mountain. We either tried to stay where it was sheltered, which didn't give a lot of variety, or we tried to get the heck out of the wind as quickly as possible, which didn't allow a lot of time for snapshots.
The area where we skied was called Grandvalira. It spanned several bowls with interconnecting lifts.
The view from the top of the gondola was lovely, but most days the wind at this location was brutal. We had such mild weather in Barcelona (and in the Andorra valleys) that we weren't expecting hurricane conditions on the mountain. Although the resort did a grand job of grooming the slopes, by the end of the day the snow had either been skied or blown off the icy base.
All those lessons at Blue Knob and years of skiing "eastern boilerplate" came in handy.
The wind was so strong this day that Rosemary, a super skier, was blown off her feet! She decided that it would be a good day for shopping and called it quits after one run.
The locals said the strength of the wind was unusual. On the days when it wasn't windy, the weather was delightful and the snow quite good.
Skiers in pictures uniformly show kinship with the Michelin Man!
A common feature of European skiing is the relative lack of "ski-in/ski-out" lodging. Typically you have to take a bus to a lift to the ski area like we did here. Andorra does have villages, such as Soldeu and Pas de la Casa, where the lodging is located much nearer the lifts, even if not directly adjacent.
Some folks in the group took the earliest 8:45 bus and returned on the latest 5:00 bus every day. More power to them!
A delightful cafe across the street from the bus stop had a sunny deck and Estrella beer at a very reasonable price. What's not to like?
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