Totally Dehydro

Forgot to mention another Kath story.

We came off the top of the Borsat Express chair which after a vertical mogul field
brings you to the top of two nice greens . To the right of the run there’s a little area that’s not steep, for beginners to get down. G and I headed down the piste of doom, through the mogul fields of Moria. Kath headed off to the right, we figured we would meet her at the bottom Craig and I got there, no sign of Kath. Turned around to see a cloud of snow with arms, legs and skis flying towards us. When she finally stopped she explained the chaos. Just behind the ridge there was a ski school group of about 15 lined up learning to side step up a narrow run. She tried to avoid them but to do this she had to go off piste, which was extremely chunky and icy. Losing control she headed back towards the piste but the run was no wider than their skis. So to avoid death the only way past was a comedy run straight over 30 skis. Don’t know if any of you have ever met a French ski instructor. Their entire vocabulary consists of swearing in a way otherwise unknown to man. They also have a gay little song that goes “Bend Zee knees, mind zee trees. Oui! Zee skiing comes with ease.
Anyway I digress. The guy went ding-dong. Totally nuts, but Kath was long gone by then. Hee-Hee!