That time in February when I forgot my gloves and didn't get cold hands...

Seasons are changing in the mountains.

Mid December 2016. Brevent, Chamonix. lornecameron.com

Its been the shortest "off season" that I have known. It's been growing shorter over the last few years but riding into the the new year was something I have not done since I lived in the UK. The skiing season is getting shorter and more temperamental. We shouldn't have been riding dry trails in Aosta Valley on the fitth day of the new year. We did, and we had a blast thanks to the generous hospitality of the locals. Read more about inter season on Lorner's blog here: http://www.lornecameron.com/2017/the-longest-autumn/

January 5th 2017. Aosta. lornecameron.com

January 16th 2017. Birthday powder with Anja.

February 1st 2017. Evening touring above the Albert Premier refuge.

With skiing stoke low I went for a ride in Servoz. Now picture the scene, its the twenty something of February 2017, at 1000 metre altitude and I can't find my gloves in my riding pack. I suffer from cold hands at the slight hint of mild air. In winter you will find several pairs of thick gloves in my backpack, even in spring or autumn there could well be two pairs in my riding pack. However on this February day I was fine without gloves, that's how warm it was. Now that's not right. The trail was right though, "Wayne's right" trail was ripping and dry from to start to finish! Happy days, kind of. I will ski again this year, lots even, if March's storms are cold enough.

February 2017. Servoz.

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