So, lets start off with the drive up through Vermont. Well, I missed the turn off to get to Burlington, which isn't that big of a deal because we could get into Canada another way, it would just take a bit longer. No worries. Until a VT state patrol vehicle followed me for about 10 miles, after he had already passed me. The only way I could get him off my tail was to turn off at Newport VT. That is another story. This little town was where we decided to get food and gas. There was ONE light, completely unplowed roads and no one around at 830 at night. There were very funny people who helped us though, funny in a hick, let's make fun of them kind of way. So, we went out to THE light and "banged" a left and got back out on 91.
Well then we went through a BIG border patrol. I didn't get a picture because the story of crossing was much more hectic. Let me explain. We pulled in about 9 and no one else was there. I pulled out my passport and the guy who was with me had his license. Well, we were asked several questions, and then were told to pull around and "come inside." So, we did. We then were asked several more questions, some of them repeated, probably to see if we would change our answers. We didn't, but they proceeded to check something out. We never did find out, but a half hour later we were allowed to enter Canada. Maybe it was the California drivers license of the guy, or was it the Utah plates of someone who goes to school in Massachusetts with a passport from Germany? Who knows, but that was quite the adventure.
Then we drove down dix ouest (10 west) into Montreal. There wasn't much out there, and it was strangely different from Northern Vermont. Vermont is completely rugged and wooded and right over the boarder Canada turns into flat nothingness. Interestingly the boarder is halfway to the north pole, which I though was cool.
Then we drove through Montreal which was fine because it was well signed. But then when we were driving to Tremblant, the adventure became even more interesting. I didn't know exactly where to get off, I figured that it would be easy to find. HA! There was the "Mont Tremblant" and "Mont Tremblant ski resort" and one came before the other...I'll let you guess which one came first. So, of course, that was the off ramp we took. Well, that road proceeded to drive AROUND Mont Tremblant. There was a sign that said, Tremblant 25 km...no sweat! That road ended and then there was a fork in the road (See the sign, sorry it is fuzzy, it was late and super dark). Notice that it says Tremblant in really fancy print and it was to the right only 3 km and to the left the plain sign says Mont Tremblant is 22 km. Well, after having driven 25 km already we thought for sure to the right was the right choice. It wasn't, although the next day skiing I learned that it was the "backside" or the north side.
So we were close, just not where we were to stay. SO we drove 22 km to the left to the ski resort. Well, was that just a normal drive? NO! It was on a dirt road covered in about 4-6 inches of snow with many switch backs and whoopdie dues! That was awesome and at 1200 at night, it just made the story that much better, and becomes one more time I've taken the jeep off road after midnight. But to know that I did it in Canada is pretty cool.Well, it was cold the first day (-4 F) but the snow was awesome. Then the next day it was a bit warmer (20 F) but the wind made it feel worse than the day before. But again, the snow was incredible. The mountain was big with a lot to choose from. I pretty much skied the bumps all day long for two days...my back is killing me. I know, waah! I got about 50 runs in in two days and, believe me, I'm not complaining, just telling. It was a great two days of skiing in Canada with a great adventure of travels. (Actually, the ride home was void of adventure except for traveling Canada speeds on a country road racing to the boarder in a blizzard...those canadians are crazy drivers.)
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