After a ripe old age of 1 1/2 seasons, a shed load of invested cash (remember all those minis!) and 73 bottles of Bollinger, Picnics on the Piste is finally laid to rest. Picnics is survived by it's loyal team who in the end were bent over the proverbial snow table and made to endure a crusty baguette forcefully inserted where the bun dont shine. With a tear in their collective eye (those baguettes really hurt) they watch as the company goes to the great hamper in the sky and subsequently move on to pastures new. Some stay in resort, some return home but all remember they were the among the first to grace the
Courchevel 07/08 season and will always have a place in their hearts for digging fancy holes in the Snow..
