My adventure reviving a love for the slopes on ski holiday in France.
With winter inching in, families across London find themselves preparing for snow-packed adventures and one of the most thrilling ways to spend winter: skiing! The Dolomites have always been more than just mountains to me; they’re a place layered with my father’s cherished memories and a backdrop for our own. He’d recount stories of summer hikes up winding trails, pausing at alpine huts where he’d sip coffee and take in the views. I can almost see him, standing there, captivated by those rugged peaks and the way they seemed to kiss the sky. We’d often go out to small family-owned eateries, where we’d feast on comforting dishes, like plates of rich polenta or fragrant mushroom risotto, just as he had done years before.
I can still hear his voice sharing how he and his friends would set out at dawn, carrying small backpacks with sandwiches wrapped in wax paper and flasks of hot coffee. On those days, I feel closest to him, as if he’s right there with us, guiding me along the same trails, sharing the same awe he once felt. The air would be crisp, filled with the smell of pine and fresh mountain herbs, and every so often, a breeze would carry the distant sound of cowbells from a nearby pasture.
Images from my Dolomites family photo album archives from the 80s
In the evenings, we’d sit around with a glass of mulled wine or VOV, talking until the stars came out. He loved those moments under the clear, wide sky, surrounded by silence except for the occasional rustle of the trees. The Dolomites were his retreat and, now, they’re ours too – full of echoes of his laughter, the stories he told, and a sense of peace that only those mountains can bring.
Family holiday in Bolzano and Renon (Dolomites)
While I have fond childhood memories of skiing in the Dolomites in Italy – those early mornings in snowy Bolzano with my father, skiing school breaks and all – I’ve since discovered a new love for ski holidays in the French Alps. France has swiftly become my favourite skiing destination, with memories that blend thrill, missteps, and a fair bit of après-ski indulgence. So here’s a peek into my snowy escapades in the beautiful Isère region of France – filled with personal highs, laughable tumbles, and plenty of excuses for terrific photos.
Rediscovering the Ski Slopes in France
After a 30-year break from skiing, I returned to the slopes at Alpe d’Huez with more nerves than excitement, to be honest. My teenage son’s enthusiasm is what inspired me to get back on skis; his passion made it impossible to say no. The instructors at the ski school were incredibly patient with my rusty skills, and thanks to their guidance, I went from the gentler green slopes to considering the more challenging reds much sooner than I expected. It felt like a small miracle, considering I was more inclined to stand at the edge, take a deep breath, and ask myself, “Do I really need to go down this fast?”
Oz Alpe d’Huez chair ride
One of the best surprises was the welcoming ski culture, especially for those of us not aiming for Olympic speeds. “Social skiing,” as I like to call it, let me enjoy everything about the mountains without being overly focused on technique. Instead of speeding downhill, I could relax, chat with fellow skiers, and soak up the stunning snowy vistas.
Husky Sledding was a howl
As exhilarating as skiing was, sledding with huskies was a completely different thrill. My son and I were led by an expert guide, who introduced us to his team of friendly huskies before taking us on an unforgettable ride through the snow. We even had a “puppy cuddle” session afterward – a memory I’ll hold onto for a long time. Who knew there was so much more to these snowy regions than just skiing?
Sledding with huskies – “puppy cuddle” session afterward
The ultimate Après-Ski scene
In Les Deux Alpes, I discovered an après-ski experience that could rival any lively gathering in Italy. Whether you’re an avid skier or more of a spectator like me, this place offers something for everyone. Reaching the peak at 3,600 meters, I was greeted with panoramic views of the Ecrins Massif – a sight so magnificent, it made me forget the icy temperatures. There, with the wind howling and temperatures dropping to minus 21 degrees, I teared up at the view… only to have my tears freeze instantly! It was a reminder that this peak was truly for the bold (and bundled up).
And as if the breath-taking views weren’t enough, I found myself enjoying a hearty meal on a beautifully sunlit terrace, surrounded by skiers dancing to retro tunes. A perfect après-ski moment.
Clubbing on the slopes on Alpe d’Huez
A family retreat in Vaujany
For a more family-friendly atmosphere, Vaujany charmed me entirely. Connected to Alpe d’Huez, it’s a picturesque village ideal for families with little ones or those travelling with multiple generations. With amenities like a heated pool and convenient access to the lifts, it felt like a snow lover’s haven.
On the slopes of Vaujanay
One of my favourite experiences was a magical sunset ski, organised by the local ski school, where we paused on the slopes to enjoy a toast with champagne and local treats. I remember thinking, “Could a skiing holiday get any better than this?” Spoiler: in the French Alps, it often does.
For a more relaxed approach, Vaujany also offers “chair rides” with ski instructors, perfect for anyone who’d rather watch their family ski than hit the slopes themselves. It’s ideal for grandparents or friends who want to join in from the sidelines.
Après-Ski gastronomy and local delights
French après-ski is truly something special. Off the slopes, I couldn’t resist savouring some local cuisine -pumpkin soups, perfectly prepared fish, and traditional French desserts. Warm dishes and a cup of mulled wine after hours in the snow made for a delightful contrast to the mountain chill.
Cafe Gourmand Les Airelelles Vaujanay on the French Alps
Every village in the Isère region is filled with unique local flavours – from Chartreuse liqueur to honey from nearby beekeepers. Perfect little treasures to bring home, along with the many fond memories of France.
France is the perfect Winter playground
From the high-altitude views, to gourmet dining and cosy alpine escapes, those ski holidays in France meant I always left convinced that dusting off my old ski boots was a wonderful decision. Thanks to these beautiful mountains and French ski resorts, I’ve rekindled an old love, experienced new adventures, and learnt to laugh at myself on the slopes once again.
