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.
Awesome photography, sounds like you had fun :)
Can you believe I’ve never gone snowboarding OR skiing? It’s like I’m not even Canadian or something.
I not surprized that you haven’t gone skiing or snowboarding. I meet more and more people every year who haven’t tried either. It’s understandable because they’re both quite costly, and take a while to get into.
My old friend immigrated to Canada from Hong Kong and had to take his Canadian citizenship test after living here for five years. He ended up knowing more Canadian history than me, and I was born here. Ever since he came he never once threw a snowball.
That’s hilarious. I remember my family taking that (I was excempt because I was too young). I had to teach my parents all the provinces and territories and capitals. I was eight and knew all this shit like the back of my hand, having learnt it in school, and my parents were struggling with the knowledge because well, they could care less :)