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Welcome to Morzine, population 3000 and home to just over 15 New Zealand Down Hillers during the French summer. Morzine which is situated in the French Alps offers plenty of DH riding without the obligatory push back up. If you pay your dues you get the use of 15 gondolas and chair lifts which stretch across the Portes Du Soleil and can take you through to Switzerland. The lifts open at 9am and shut at 5pm, an 8 hour window to do with as you please. I have been coming here since I was 18 and it seems to be becoming more like home each year.
Our second weekend here and we were up the road at Montriond for round 3 of the French cup. The last snow fall was 7 days earlier so the track was cut through snow which made the mud muddy and the rocks like riding on an ice skating rink. This track was known for being I prick and it exceeded its reputation. Practice was hell and all enjoyment was sucked out when it ate my derailleur on my first practice run. Somehow 3 crashes on my race run got me 3rd spot, a weekend IV already forgotten. Nathan Rankin and Cameron Cole used there heads and ventured to Switzerland instead and competed in an IXS cup in Scuol. Cameron managed a 12th position and although having a few digestive problems over the weekend Nathan got 6th. The next race was a German IXS cup which was a delightful 9 hour drive from our happy home. A handy tip when traveling is to never say that you’re not lost till you’v driven around in circles as that will be what is about to happen. Some how we managed to make it to Steinach where the track turned out to be real awesome but the transport was horrid. To get to the top it took 35minutes if standing in line and a 15 minute chairlift which my nana could overtake. Peter and I managed a whopping 10 runs each over 2 days. All that aside the track was enjoyable and we cherished every run as though we only got to ride it once an hour. There were a few ladies in the lineup whom I had no idea as to who or how good they were so I just went about my own and seeded 5th which didn’t make me feel so great even though I crashed. Feeling the pressure and the fear from a rather masculine, intimidating German lady and her friends I managed to whip out a 1st place, 7 second ahead of 2nd in the final. I was mighty happy and even told peter Ill shout dinner with my prize money. Prize giving came and the masculine woman didn’t eat me though there was a moment I wasn’t too sure, got my winnings and continued to break it to peter ill shout dinner provided he paid me back.
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