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.