One opportunity closes another opens, and so instead of Mont St Anne we held a weekend at Tremblant, something we have wanted to do for a long time. So 30 + club members, it would appear from his tweet that even the bean counter was not sure how many were there, whatever happened to accuracy of data. Never mind the majority went up Friday, and some even skied or snow shoed during the day, so our info on conditions were good. Friday supper was on your own so we finished up in St Jovite, just down the road where we had a good meal, rumour has it that the Pres and Nancy A went snow shoeing across a frozen lake before their supper or was it a frozen swimming pool in someone’s rear yard, no one really knows. Saturday came with temperatures hovering close to zero, so with the majority opting to go to Lac Monroe, it was felt that an early-ish start would be good, so we were soon on the road passing a long line up of cars wishing to turn into Tremblant village downhill parking lots. Soon we were at the park, amongst the first in the parking lot, and the groups busied themselves for skiing. Unfortunately I could not ski due to sore Achilles tendon, I told my mother it was not a good idea to hold me by the ankle whilst dipping me in the River Styx, parents never listen do they. I was offered so many books to read while I waited, including the complete works of Shakespeare and the contents of Pte Claire Library. Finally I was left in peace, but only for a moment. Suddenly the room was full of skiers, young , old and a group of blind skiers with their guides. Now my little sore ankle felt very insignificant. Then all was quiet again so I bought some soup and a gorgeously decedent chocolate square and set myself up near the coffee machine. I soon established myself in a lotus position and did a couple of Ohms when 
Glenn K and gang burst in the roomwith Cheryl W complaining about pinky problems and wanted to change boots. Just as quickly and with a clap of thunder, a bolt of lightning they were gone, leaving behind a slight smell of burning. After that there was no peace, club members kept appearing eating some food then going out again until finally the going out again became less frequent, with mutterings of it’s a long time since I have skied 30kmsso I guess they must have enjoyed it. As far as I know all the trails were skied with several teams doing both Poisson and Mallard. T and N did their usual backcountry trails out to Refuge du Lac Ernie. Now the coffee machine came into prominence, Angelina H , bless her heart having seen my five pennies and a dime on the table bought me a coffee. Bob L and I think Dan did a job on the machine and obtained two hot drinks and three dollars in cash. It looked like it was becoming a good time to leave. On the way back to the hotel, Joanna C and Linda H dropped by the St Jovite IGA for pre supper nibbles which along with Bob L’swine kept the wolf from the door prior to supper. The hotel had a cosy lounge with log fire where we were able to enjoy the goodies Sunday was slightly more relaxed, perhaps too much of the Van Kleek Hill special and fatigue were now showing. Fortunately most opted to go to Domain St Bernard just down the road, a really nice family ski centre with good facilities. Some of the more difficult trails were not open but there was adequate for many weary legs. 
Once again I was not skiing but stood there like a spare part whilst the guys bought their tickets. It was then that I noticed that they were all looking at me, now I know I am attractive but this was odd. Next thing I knew I was buying a dozen ski tickets at a group rate out of my own money from a very helpful lady at the counter. I then had to resell these tickets to club members who seemed more keen to get the ticket than hand over the money, I soon had bought and sold 17 tickets, actually I only bought 16 one was free, so I owe the club $13.50, yes just try and get that money…The day was cold but sunny and it was a pleasure to sit outside by a fire watching the young kids jumping about on their skis, not so much jumping from our lot though, more of a soft shoe shuffle. Again that well known duo T and N went wandering over hill and dale and were only spotted once by our surveillance drone. Another good day skiing. Talking to people, everybody had a really good weekend. The hotel, motel, was Quebec rustic but the owner was very friendly and helpful, some loved it others were not so sure, same with the supper. Still it was an inexpensive weekend, the location was good, and we , except me, had the best skiing of this winter. Super thanks you to Joanna C for all her work organising it, To the Van Kleek Hill winery owner Bob, “have I told you about Sweden” L, for the booze and Linda H and Roy T for assisting, and to the dogs for not barking.