Today was one for the books, like one of my friends said before hopping on the chair “We will talk about this day with our grandchildren”.
It all started with Alexis texting back and forth to all the friends making arrangements, after a day like this we understand why we call him the coach. I jumped on my computer looked at the weather map and made a list of all mountains that would get the most snow. However, knowing the road conditions would be brutal we couldn’t head very far. I even had to take the train from Ottawa to Montreal then the metro with all my ski gear plus luggage for my trip out west since I was leaving the day after.
Our final mountain choice was Mont-Sutton, with 100 cm of accumulated snow. We headed out early and made our way to the mountain passing by a few semi-trucks in the ditch being pulled back on the roads. When we got there, we rushed like everyone to get our lift tickets and heading to the line. The screams of joy were coming from all around us. It was perhaps the fact of learning that their school or worked was closed for the day and that they weren’t “skipping” anymore. Most probably it was a way to share their excitement of what was awaiting them.
As we were making our way up the chair, we saw the first riders coming down. The snow was so fluffy and lite that it didn’t even slow them down, just left a big cloud of pure happiness behind them.
We only took the time to take pictures later in the day since we wanted to get the most out of it before the snow was gone.