![]() ![]() ![]() I skied with Susie, Andie, Katy and our guide, Christian, in a “Boozy Cruisy Blues” group, happy to leave the ambitious Sellaronda circuit to the others and take it easy on Alta Badia’s encouragingly broad, empty slopes (unlike Sue, who clocked nearly 40mph on one run). It embarrasses me - should I leave him behind?’ But the involvement of us civilians in the content-creation was minimal and fun - nothing you wouldn’t naturally do larking around with a pro-social-media mate. Well, almost - Instagram requires content, and if you’re on holiday with influencers you’re it, so there was a moment’s pre-schuss choreography. ![]() Divided into groups (with three instructor-guides between us, no one had to abandon their comfort zone or be held back by those of less gung-ho) we clomped over the road, up the button lift and were ready to go. Staying at the foot of the hulking Piz dles Cunturines, just outside the village of San Cassiano in the luxurious Ciasa Salares hotel - pine-clad rooms, an excellent restaurant and a delectable spa - we were handy for the slopes. And I’d found myself this sorarity, made up of small groups of friends and solo travellers, via the power of Instagram. Like an increasing number of British holidaymakers - Abta points to “a growing appetite for solo travel”, up 40 per cent between 20 with “a significant proportion opting to join group tours” - I’d decided to go it alone-ish. My son loves it, but a ten-year-old does tend to cramp your après-ski style. I needed one because few of my friends are skiers and my husband is not keen. There’s no good reason for it, but the lesser-spotted female gang is something out of the ordinary - a “sorarity”, perhaps?Īnd yet, there I was last month with 18 other women in Alta Badia, the ridiculously picturesque pocket of the Dolomites where rock faces rear up like Rushmore with fillers, consistently fabulous food costs a third of what you’d pay in France and the ancient Ladin culture and language thrive.Įven better, I was with a ready-made ski gang. There are plenty of ladies of a certain age who ski, of course, but you’re more likely to see them on the slopes with male partners and/or kids than hanging out with a crew in the way that men do. What’s the collective noun for a group of middle-aged women skiing together? A gaggle? A hoot? A pink avalanche? (Thanks to Stefan, the instructor, for that last one.) I have another: a rarity. Friday February 09 2024, 12.03am, The Sunday Times ![]()
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