When I first move to Mont-Tremblant, 12 years ago, I didn’t have a car. I knew I wouldn’t survive long without one so I decided to make the best out of those few months. I also had to find a place to stay. A friend of a friend, Isabelle, was looking for a roommate to split the rent with.
When I went to meet her at her house, it was love at first sight: there he was, Éli, a handsome and strong black Labrador, running towards me (by now, you must know I have a thing for black Labs!). He had won my heart instantly.
Luckily, the house was also extremely charming. A very, very old log house that use to be a school, a hundred years ago. Obviously, the decision was a no brainer for me!
Anyhow, the house was on Lac Mercier, about 10km from my job at Tremblant resort. Back then, there were no public transportation in the village. Since walking took way too much time and I could not stand asking friends and colleagues for lifts (I’m still not very good at that, asking!), no car simply meant running to work. Although the scenery was amazing, I soon realized that running 10k carrying a backpack full of clothes and a lunch can be hard on the neck and upper back…
So, remember that Trek I told you about in an earlier post? ( https://marijolamarche.wordpress.com/2010/02/23/cycling-memories/ ) That’s the main reason why I purchased it; to get from point A to B. What’s funny is that I ended up buying a car not long after but decided not to take it to go to work that summer, from May to September. Just for fun! No matter which hours I was working, day time or evenings, rain or shine, the car did stay in the driveway!
I remember how is easy getting up early was: the aroma of the morning dew, the peace and quite on the road, the different shade of green in the woods, the sound of the river, the mist and at times, the fog when riding next to the lakes.
You know, crossing two lakes and riding alongside a river in the morning on your way to work, can have a pretty uplifting effect on you. To me, it became an addiction. Craving the wind in my face, the view down at Lac Tremblant and the high I was feeling when I got back home to my new best friend, Éli. I then realized how lucky I was to live in such a serene place!
That’s how I fell in love with cycling. It simply became a lifestyle!
I just went downstairs, looking all over my boxes to find a pic of the old house and one of my dear friend Éli, who passed away a few years ago.