Got back from Tremblant today. A bunch of us rented a cabin for the weekend about ten minutes away from the mountain. I went snowboarding, or rather attempted to snowboard, on Saturday. There was a heavy fog at the top of the mountain and visibility was extremely limited, although the temperature hovered around a pleasant -5°C, a far cry from the -46°C from last year. I’ve definitely improved over the last time that I went, although I still can’t carve on the toe side. Every inch of my body is stiff now, from my neck to my ankles, but it was worth it.

We stopped by a little hill made for snow tubing on the way home. It only cost $17 to use the facilities for four hours, and there’s even a conveyor system to drag the inner tubes to the top so people don’t have to walk up, the ultimate in lazy recreation. The hill was divided into eight lanes, each with it’s own characteristic bumps and jumps, and we tried to link up our tubes in various configurations such as multi-person daisy chains and leg locked lines. Possibly the best bang for the buck ever.