skiiiiiii
It was foggy, visibility was, shall we say, limited, flat light, a touch of drizzle. The snow was heavy, sticky porridge and there were too many people but none of that really mattered because I was able to ski. I’ve been a little concerned since I snapped my ligament three years age, haven’t skied since. The surgery was 15 months ago so technically my knee should be fine. Still, there was that nagging doubt.
So when Pompeyo said on Sunday’s walk that we should go skiing on the Monday, taking advantage of the bank holiday, we said great.
San Isidro is a small ski resort in the north of Leon, an hour’s drive from Oviedo. There are 27 runs, mostly blue or red, and a ton of people all with the same idea.
Liz decided not to ski and kept Carmen, Pompeyo’s wife company, as she doesn’t like skiing in these conditions and they’re not conditions to give Liz any confidence ahead of our French adventure.
I rented my boots (€7), paid for the half day lift pass (€16) and borrowed some skis from Pompeyo. It went pretty well, the first couple of runs were a bit sketchy, especially when we went down a red by mistake, thanks to the almost zero visibility, but later on it got a bit better. Except for the other red we went down by mistake where I failed to see a dip and did a face plant at speed, leading to a couple of minutes with snow held to my nose to stop the bleeding. It wasn’t just me, Pompeyo fell a couple of times and we decided not to push it because he’s off to the Pyrenees for a week in a few days.
So the knee worked and I enjoyed it. The resort is tiny but there is a bus from Oviedo, so we can take advantage of it over the next four months. It’ll be nice to go back and actually see the mountains while we’re skiing down them
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