About Fecher skiing
My first foray with skis is not quite what you’d expect. It’s normal these days for the lucky ones to get a taste of skiing from the age of 2 years old. I was about 5 which by today’s standards is getting on it seems. This first foray and one of my earliest memories was in the UK on a snowy country lane back when winters brought us plenty of snow. My father
hand made me a set of rudimentary wooden skis with leather boots screwed to the top them. No DIN bindings or ski brakes, no metal edges or slick ski graphics. Just me, probably in jeans, a set of hand made skis and my dads old school ski poles which were probably 130cm. So with hands high above my head and held tight to the grips of these giant poles, I skied!
I first skied Chamonix on a day trip over from St Gervais in the late 80’s, I skied the Grand Montets. I was blown away by the trees at GM, the terrain was undulating, with drops, banks, burns and dips. I’d never skied anything like it before and as a teenager it just blow my mind!
I spent many many season cutting my teeth storm riding those trees with a bunch of skate rat snowboarders from the Midlands, we took flat landings in our stride the flatter the better it seemed.