We all learnt to ski when I was a kid- and it didn't cost much at all. Hand me down old wooden skis, hand me down leather boots, hand me down trousers and jackets- hand me down knitted mitts, hats and scarf.
When snow cam we went to the Grande Piste - a hill near the village, and our first job was to go up and down sideways to pad down the snow so it would keep and be skiable - and then we skied down, and walked up, and down again and walked up - all day long. A quick door-step sarnie made with farmers bread and gruyères, a chocolate bar. Cost = zilch Fun = bucketfulls.


At week-ends we went up to Chasseron with seal skins attached to the skis and rucksacks. About 3 hours up - a picnic at the top and a hot chocolate at the Restaurant - and then down to Fleurier again, about 30 mins.