Living just a short drive from the mountains which are currently blanketed in snow, it would be pretty criminal for me to not explore at least one of them before Christmas. So, I took my old man and buckled up our snowshoes for an icy ride up to the peak of Mount Seymour on the North Shore.
Luckily for us, there’s a snow bus shuttle that takes budding skiiers and snowboarders up to the top for all of those lacking cars without snow tyres.
Reaching the top was pretty incredible – in fact, this was the first time in my life that I’d ever been on top of a snowy mountain (that small patch of snow on Grouse in June doesn’t quite count!). And rain in the city means snow on the mountains, so there was plenty of that.
We hopped inside for a coffee to warm up whilst watching mounds of snow plummet past the windows from the roof.
Now, if you’ve never heard of snowshoeing, I’ll tell you about it. When I first heard about it, I thought it was pretty dumb – wearing huge shoes just to march through the snow. But it’s pretty popular in these parts of the world so I thought I’d give it a go.
You essentially buckle on these huge shoes which are fitted with spikes on the bottom, allowing you to move freely through the snow without slipping or getting stuck.
Setting out on one of the Discovery trails, it was quite the real life winter wonderland!
How adorable is this cabin? I’d love to stay there over Christmas!
Believe it or not, that is a lake! Just frozen over and covered with snow.
We trekked on – it’s actually surprising hard work given the weight of the shoes and the resistance against the snow. A decent workout in the snow!
A pretty cool experience – next month I’ll be here to learn how to ski!