There was an editorial in Canadian Ski magazine on the coffee table in #2180 that was all about a day spent in the sun on long, lower-rated cruisers, arcing things out, carving things up, and having a blast. The closing line said 'we got better because we were high on green.' That was really the story with our week at Tremblant...not as technically challenging as last year, but lots of carving, lots of fast, lots of fun. They aren't called T-Power Vipers for nothing; I muscled into the race bindings and drive plates atop my Rossis and let fresh wax and sharp edges bring on the fun run after run all week.
Off the slopes, apres ski, we enjoyed the pedestrian village of St. Bernard: Le Diable, L'Petit Caribou, and L'Farge. Wednesday night was a great French meal in Mont Tremblant - duck with orange sauce and creme brulee for dessert. Friday we spent in Montreal, scouting the city and trying (often in vain) to stay warm. The highlight for me may have been the Contemporary Art Museum and it's fixed chalk-drawing-film installations.
And when the trip was over, the last run had been run, the last drink drunk, the last flight flown, it was nice to be heading into a Michigan airport once again. Jenelle likened it to "old times," and it certainly felt that way. Sunny ride home, lunch in the tent at Zingerman's with Jimmy Wants Rosemary's Baby, which lost out to the superior Dave's Open Road. It really felt like vacation on both ends of the week.
Monday, March 07, 2005