Beaver Tails Nordic Ski Club

It would appear that I seem to get my official numbers of walkers wrong, or so the official bean counter says, well I am sorry butI refuse to take off my boots and socks to help me count soif we have more than 10 walkers out, I make an estimate. So my estimate for Cap St Jacques is 18, if you have a different number feel free to add it here ().
So Sunday at Cap St Jacques was a bright sunny blue sky kind of day but a trifle cold. Standing around was O.K. for a minute or two but then although the wind was light the cold started creeping into our bones. We had a short delay whilst season tickets were bought and a few late comers arrived then we hit the red rabbit trail. No give in the ground today, everything was frozen solid, which probably accounts for the fact that apart from ourselves there were very few walkers. Naturally we set off with the typical “Beaver Dash” for the first couple of kilometres, thank goodness we are a non competitive club or I would not be able to keep up. At last common sense prevailed and we dropped to a more appropriate “Beaver Trot”. You do not know what a “Beaver Trot” is, then you should come out on Wednesday nights at Lachine. Still the body temperature rose and the chatter became loader and loader, no bird watching with this group. There was no snow on the ground this week but several large ice pools were encountered and successfully passed without the loss of a single walker, or that’s what we believed given that an estimated number gives rise to a possible doubt. Clearly there was not going to be any butty stops (sandwiches in Canadian), water holes or prisoners taken on this walk, the first real stop being at the Château Gohier, two thirds into the walk when an open door allowed some bladder relief. Then away we hopped again, this rabbit stuff gets at you, anxious to get to the chalet and maybe coffee and breakfast. Did I mention how pretty it was by the water or walking through the woods, no, well that’s because all I saw was the back of the person in front, never mind Nordic Walking the new fad is Peloton Walking, gee these cyclist never give up. One last twist at the end, we nearly lost Sharon Z at a complicated path intersection, but with all the practice of S&R from last week we quickly recovered the situation, and Sharon.
So that was it, a 10.5km brisk walk, no hills, no dales but lots of chatter, oh yes and breakfast.