My husband grew up in a small village. There are only about 30 houses there. One road in and out. He talks about learning to ski in the backyard on runs they made themselves by compressing snow with their skis.
We went there on the weekend. They get a lot of snow living in a higher altitude and it didn’t disappoint. There were snowball fights that ended with grand-father and grand-daughter just grabbing huge chunks of snow and hurling them at each other. Or dropping them on each others head from above. A lot of laughter.