Approximately 72 hours ago, a small group of Beaver tail’s wanna-be skiers descended upon the network of trails maintained by Le Club Equestre Les Forestiers, St Lazare, shared alike by seasonal walkers, poochies, cyclists, skiers, snowmobilers and resilient trail riders in a casual harmony of mutual respect. The promenade began as a replica of a 10 km ski, albeit without the skis, as the group diligently followed the well- beaten path lest they ventured astray and encountered a people-eating troll.[1] 
However, the brand new map of colour coded and numbered trails offered a fair representation of an otherwise extensive network of intersecting paths. And so the group was led down ravines, across wooden planks, up the other side, along stretches of sandy snowy turning paths, all without a hitch. There was no sign of the troll, and only a brief encounter with two western riders cantering down the trail appropriately called ‘the flying mile’… (No, it’s not on the map…)
Suffice to say we enjoyed our randonne on the equestrian paths of Le Club Equestre, the unseasonably warm weather, an oddly numbered snowball fight, the inevitable return to the chalet only to discover this planned return had been avoided by one. Fortunately, the club has a few responsible members who ventured back along the trails to discover the whereabouts of our last club member.
[1] Outside reference to an inside joke about the arena troll that
appears out of nowhere to spook our horses