Ok, so life in a ski resort is not quite the four-month long holiday I had thought when I was sat in a Weatherspoons pub back in a not so smart part of London. In fact, life in a ski resort has its challenging moments and running away from home, on this scale doesn’t fix things. Today I have decided to go through my post. My mother, bless her, has been scanning my post and emailing it to me. I had been putting off this task, justifying it to myself by stating “I’m settling into my new world”. Newsflash, this hasn’t made it go away. I open the folder and find only bills and bank statements. Looking on the upside of this, at least, my mother knows how impoverished I am. Ski resort life is enriching in so many ways but financially is not one of them.
I’m going through my post folder when I see a scanned letter from the county court service. I had not looked forward to this day, as I often see the worst in these situations. Ten minutes passed as I drank a coffee, imagined the worst, I ate the last packet of chocolate buttons and decided, I had to open this email. The letter stated the original judgement had been set aside meaning I do not owe any money. I felt slightly foolish and a little sick from the buttons but mostly relieved. I could finally move on. The rest of the post was much as expected electricity bills paid via direct debit, a phone bill and bank statements telling me (as if I didn’t already know) how little money I had. So with the weight lifted off of my shoulders and having completed my CBT obligations what to do next?
After a thirty-minute meditation session, my mind was clear. I would become a ski volunteer. The role of a ski volunteer is a simple one, helping guests get the most out of their lift pass in return for a free lunch. I sat on my bed studying the local piste maps, planning routes, noting down lifts and runs, preparing myself for a grilling from the self-appointed volunteer team leader. I must have gone through every map multiple times and fell asleep with the map still on my bed. I awoke the next morning to a face full of map and post-it notes everywhere.
I quickly got dressed and headed down to meet Nick, the self-appointed leader. Nick explained the full extent of my duties over coffee, which I can safely say didn’t take long. There were two rules; Don’t lose any guests and the second, always go up in pairs. The first rule was, I thought, obvious. The second he explained in great detail. If an accident occurs, one volunteer can stay with the injured and the second volunteer can bring the others safely down the mountain. With his words of wisdom still being processed, he added, “download the piste map app”.
I stopped for a moment and considered have humans outsourced memorising items to MicroSD cards? I concluded, the answer was yes. As humans, we have become reliant on technology in almost every part of our lives and here was another example. You don’t need to learn the piste map, just download a free app. The application had been carefully designed by Crystal Ski, although some of the features seemed unnecessary, knowing where the other volunteers were on the mountain could save a life.
I led Nick on my carefully planned route and as we returned to the bar, awaited the verdict. Had I made the grade? The answer was yes, I was a ski volunteer.