One night going to work I had the good sense to bring my snowshoes in the trunk of my car. I hit on the perfectly clear night, and with some trepidation, and letting a colleague know before I went where I was going, I set out after my shift in -18 degree celsius weather, and climbed the mountain through the woods on the snow pack. It was magic, and the tiny risk it felt like I was taking made it all the more romantic and thrilling. By the time I reached the paths on top, there wasn't enough snow, but it was pretty rough going uphill for most of the trek, and it was most fun I had had in ages!
I made it to the lookout carried my snowshoes, and met a group of 6 people on their way down. We were the luckiest people on the planet last night, with the twinkling Montreal lights in the crisp air creating a spectacular view. The real beauty was in the woods, though. The moon seemed impossibly high to give such light, but reflecting off the snow was a bright glittering light, better than an city could ever achieve.
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| View down to de la Montagne |
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