One of the highlights of my first couple of years in Ventelon was a climb on skis up to the Aigle refuge in early spring.
I had been nervously following the conditions from home with binoculars for weeks until they were perfect. The new track, made in fresh snow the day before, had frozen hard overnight and I sailed up to the top amidst a sparkling landscape of crevasses and deep powder.
The ski down was something I will never forget.