For our last day in scenic and sleepy Mont Tremblant, Dan and I hooked up with one of the hostel staff, Jessica, for a trip into the National Park (Parc Mont-Tremblant) to do a hiking trail to the top of a mountain and down the other side to the edge of a lake. It cost us $15 for the privilege to cover transport costs etc into the park, and we were joined by Connor, an Irishman who blew into town last night.
The trail head was a good 45 minute trip out of town away from the hostel so we all piled into a van that Jess drove into the National Park. The trail up the mountain wasn’t anything too taxing and the view from the top was pretty spectacular. I didn’t really take any shots as there was a storm rolling in that pre-occupied our thoughts and actions from the lookout. The plan was to hang out and have some lunch at the top of the mountain, but it became pretty evident that we were going to be caught in the middle of the approaching storm, so the collective decision was made pretty quickly to rocket back down the lake side of the mountain to the covered picnic area at the lake’s edge.
As expected we didn’t even come close to beating the storm, and Mother Nature made sure we knew about it. Crazy lightning strikes all around us made us a little nervous, but I was actually relishing the appearance of a REAL storm. I really haven’t witnessed any crazy electrical storms with deafening thunder claps and torrential downpours since arriving in Canada, and even though I ended up soaked right through by the time this one had passed through, I enjoyed it. I wish I could say the same for Jessica, but the poor thing rolled her ankle in our hasty descent to the lake.
Ironically, by the time we made it to the lake’s edge the area was bathed in warm sunlight so the drying off process was made a little easier while we sat and ate lunch. The lake was pretty inviting and I didn’t have to be prompted to get in and have a swim around.
On the trip back to the hostel Jessica suggested that we stop off at a couple of waterfalls. The first thing that was noticeable at the first one was the abundance of black and white butterflies that were fluttering around. Actually there was a patch in the car park where at least 50 of them had landed and gathered. Our guess was that someone must have poured out a can of sugary soda onto the ground and the butterflies were loving every minute of it.
Anyway, the short hike to the first waterfall presented us with a surprisingly powerful spectacle. The volume of water gushing through the narrow falls opening was impressive and I took the time to grab some shots of the crew in front of them before chasing more butterflies around with my lens (yes, I know, sounds like a very masculine activity doesn’t it).
Our last stop was at an equally impressive waterfall that was less powerful in terms of water volume, but was about three times the size of the first one we visited. I feel like I should be making the most of visiting natural wonders like this as, with the water shortages back home in Australia, I don’t think I’ll witness anything like this again for quite a while.
I figured it was going to be pretty hard to capture the size of this last set of falls in a shot without some point of reference, so I asked Dan to take a pic for me while I ran out into the middle of them. The result is in the selection of pics below:
Back at the hostel I noticed that Beat had arrived. I haven’t seen him since our trip up to Tadoussac, so I thanked Jessica for a fun day and headed out onto the lake in a canoe with him to catch up on what he’s been up to. We ended up ditching the canoe and swimming out to the pontoon in the middle of the lake where we relaxed while the sun came out and started setting. While my whole trip so far has been relaxing and a somewhat restful experience, today REALLY made me feel like I was on holiday.
Wrapped up the day with a warm shower, some dinner and an hour or so online chatting with Elley.
Next stop Canada’s capital – Ottawa!