Irresponsible Parenting
If you read Algernond’s blog, you’ll probably be familiar with how irresponsible he is. Running with a chest infection, getting badgered into off-piste skiing and walking up to closed peaks, and stuff like this:

The problem is that having spent a week hanging around with a reprobate like this, some of it’s bound to rub off. You start out as a responsible adult, a fine upstanding member of the community, and a parent who has his Daughter’s best long-term interests at heart, and before you know it, you’re saying that Nutella is just fine for breakfast. And lunch. Oh, and supper too.
So anyway, after we’d said good-bye to Algernond and his daughter on Saunday morning (their flight was 5 hours earlier than ours), Daughter and I went for a walk down along the forrest trail to Le Praz for some hot chocolate and tarts. There was lots of snow on the ground, so we took our ski poles to help with balance. And just after we set out, the snow started coming down hard. Just typical - right on our last day! But it did make the walk through the trees even more magical.
You have to cross several little streams along the path, and all of them had ice in them. But then when we got to the last one before Le Praz, we found that it, was completely frozen - including the little waterfall just above the path:
Like I said though, I’d spent a week hanging around with an irresponsible loon. So before I knew what was going on, this had happened:
Yep - that’s daughter sitting on the ice of a frozen mountain stream. I’m not so irresponsible as to allow that sort of thing though. No sir, no indeed. So it must have been either Algernond, or the Devil that made me do it.
Workout:
- Type: Walk
- Date: 01/18/2009
- Total Time: 2:00:00.00
- Calories: 392
- Distance: 4 miles
- Average Pace: 30:00/mile
- Ascent: 300 ft
- Descent: 3,000 ft














Wow. That’s astonishing. Can’t believe you planned to see that without us!
You are just so entertaining!
It looks brill - it wasn’t frozen last year when we walked through that way. Algernond, there’s always next year…