We woke to a brisk -12 Celsius morning, which felt closer to -20 Celsius (-4 Farenheit) with the windchill. We’d hoped for a Goldilocks moment for our third day at Bromont – but unfortunately this porridge is too cold. But a little bit of cold has never stopped us before, and we had no intention of letting it stop us now.
So off to Bromont once more – this time for a later start of 9 am – where we were relieved to hear that four main lifts would be running this morning – Mont Soleil, the Village, Cantons, and the Lac. So we powered on our heated gloves and set off for one last day on the hill.
They were still making snow when we first arrived, which dramatically limited visability – but it wasn’t long before we were through the cloud of fog, and out in the crisp mountain air.
And it was crisp. But we quickly made our way over to the Cantons lift, and made up some lost time by skiing both Calgary and Edmonton.
Cantons remained exceptionally quiet – perhaps the best series of runs we experienced at Bromont
We then headed up to the top of the Village lift once more for a brief hot chocolate warm-up, and to admire the snow-frosted trees.
We then crossed over to the Lac. The green run to the bottom – Toronto – was busier than we would’ve liked, and the blue run – New York – had some icy sections. But it was still more than worth the visit.
And the Lac lift itself is one of the best we tried at Bromont – a fast-moving quad that seemed sheltered from the wind.
But three hours passed before we knew it – and we were all beginning to lose feeling in our toes – so it was time to head down Cowansville to Debarque for lunch. Guess we’ll need to pick up some heated boots to go with those gloves…
Back to Sô Lodges for our usual afternoon routine – sauna, hot tub, nap, and Dungeons and Dragons. The party successfully cleared Gnomengarde of mimics, then convinced the mad King Korboz that his realm was safe. They were rewarded with a small wheelbarrow full of magic items – including a clockwork amulet, a collapsing pole, a wand of pyrotechnics and a hat of wizardry – but returned to Phandallin to find that it had been raided by the frost dragon Cryovain.
We had a lovely dinner of T-bone steaks, green beans and roast potatoes, and then soon tottered off to bed. We wish we could have stayed another night, except our Christmas plans are calling.
So we bid adieu to the frosty hills of Bromont:
And steeled ourselves for tomorrow’s lengthy sojourn across the highways of Quebec and Ontario.