First lesson of navigating ski-routes on mountains: never assume things are as they may appear to have been.
Second lesson: always plan escape routes.
So this morning we went up on the Super Morzine cablecar (telecabine) then the Zore chair lift. We did the blue Serraussaix run that we covered first yesterday to the Proclou chairlift, then went up that. At the top to the right there is a steep descent to enter the Proclou blue run, shortly followed by a turn to the right again for the Proclou 1ere Glisse GREEN run down through the woods past The Stash stunt area.
This green run has enough steep bits a our level to challenge our control abilities and enough gentle parts the rest of the time that we could relax and just enjoy the runs down without stress. It worked well for us and we managed a couple of hours skiing quite happily before stopping for a crepe and a rest at the Yeti creperie at the top of Proclou by Avoriaz.
Re-charged, Chris decided that she felt confident enough to attempt the blue Proclou run, by the first run after lunch is normally poor - muscles have tightened and cooled, the body feels rested, but is stiff and the focus has been lost. The initial run in that we'd been doing was fine, but then things went downhill rapidly (see what I did there). The sun had been out & made the slopes really slippery, and speed & control were much harder. First we managed a tumble together, then someone came past and caused Chris to fall over, badly bashing her nose on the piste and bruising her hip (there's now a large swelling).
So we had blood, trembles, tears of fear & pain, complete loss of confidence and injuries to sort out. We cautiously skiied down the rest of the slope (no way out of that one!) then attempted to work out a way off the mountain without skiing - wasn't going to happen! If someone falls & is injured then the rescue teams can stretcher them off, but if you're just a bit bashed & wobbly then it's up to you. The only ways to get around are the lifts, and *mostly* they only go up, the exceptions being the 2 cablecars running to the Avoriaz plateau. Getting up & getting down is your responsibility, and ain't no-one gonna help you (there are signs about this at the cablecar station & in the travel information).
We couldn't go back down as we'd come up because the 2 runs to the Zore chairlift were closed so the only way back was back up to Avoriaz & take the blue to (as we thought) Lindarets like we'd done the day before. Except we found the Lindarets run to be one of the 'impossible' runs from yesterday.
So we walked in ski boots across to Avoriaz in the hope of finding a taxi etc to take us down. No taxis in evidence (the streets are full of snow!). Calling the rep was sort-of helpful, but he wasn't really listening when I tried repeating his directions back to him, and they did not prove terribly useful anyway.
So we walked on.
We'd pretty much reached the end of our strength and feet had reached the point of pain when we heard a horse sleigh approach - an Avoriaz taxi! They took us to the lift station, and from there we managed to hobble eventually back.
Tomorrow skiing is off the menu.
Chris is in quite a bit of pain now (I just asked - "less miserable, but sill in a lot of pain") after ibuprofen & tiger balm consumed as suits each and a hotish bath. Whether she can go out at all tomorrow or not remains to be seen (I'd like to be on the mountain for sunrise & sunset, for Chris that's too much) but we'll find a way to manage. As for this evening, the restaurant has a 'vin du jour' and I think we may be sampling some of that later.