What’s waiting for Rick

I went up for what I think was my biggest ski of the season yesterday, as the clock ticks down there is a sudden urgency to squeeze the most out of my Serre Chevalier season pass.

The new fat skis are fantastic for a man of my density, I float like a feather on these new yellow ones, my more piste based carving skis are nice for groomed piste, but I don’t feel comfortable at all on the slush. This might change once my technical skill improves, but for the moment I’m really loving these Spark skis.

So I headed up for about 10am with a view to finding the soup. I didn’t notice at first but the skies were completely blue and clear, but on my way up after doing the Casse de Boeuf, for I think the first time this season, I noticed the trails of aeroplanes once more beginning to fill the sky.

It was as if they were making up for lost time after the flight ban, everywhere I looked there seemed to be trails and half an hour after I first became aware the sky had turned into a nasty grey soup.

I’d always dismissed the idea of chemical-trails as well a bit cooky, but this was so obvious I couldn’t help be reminded of chem trails, I’m sure it was the Hopi whose end time prophecies include “cobwebs in the sky”. Another bloke who I have great respect for is Brian Gerrish and he has noticed these chem trails. In fact I’d recommend anyone interested to have a look at a couple of videos he’s got at www.tpuc.org. If you’re feeling adventurous and want to do your head in check what John Harris talks about – you’ll never be the same PERSON again.