Skiing off the Les Attelas chairlift at Verbier, we stop and pull off to the side, as much to adjust ski gloves and goggles to seal any exposed wrists and cheeks from the frigid air as to drink in the magnificent alpine scenery. In the distance, giants like the Matterhorn and Mont Blanc that have been obscured by a heavy cloud inversion and snow for days glitter under a cobalt sky.
We arrived at Geneva airport four days ago, where we were greeted by suspiciously green-looking mountains. Though it’s mid-January, winter has remained stubbornly at bay so far. In a series of two efficient, spacious Swiss trains that skirted edge of Lake Geneva, we alighted in Le Chable just after sunset where we were whisked up the mountain in a tiny gondola cabin that delivered us right into the center of Verbier for a total journey of just two hours. By then, the temperatures had fallen with the night and a light snow started to drift down that hasn’t let up until this morning.
