White silence, crackling fire, shortness of breath, red cheeks.
Winter in the Ain mountains is like a life-size slow motion. There are no crowds or show-offs here, just the thin trail of a cross-country skier threading his way through the fir trees, a sled dog taking you off into the unknown, and snowshoe tracks like lines of poetry in the powder.
You thought you’d come for an activity?
You’re about to fall in love with a way of life.
Nordic ambience, steaming coffee, hot baths under the snowflakes… The mountains of the Ain don’t make any noise, but they do make an impression.
Outdoor Cross-country skiing on the Plateau de Retord
Skier and Hauteville landscape in winter
Outdoor Sled dog
