Just as the guide told me that the snow was packed hard, I took a step with my snowshoe and, poof, my leg fell deep into a tree well. With one leg bent a way it doesn’t normally go and the other lost in a tree well, I started to panic.
Seeing that I was stressed, the guide started to dig out my lost leg.
It turned out my snowshoe was caught deep down on a treetop I couldn’t even see. After some digging and some wiggling, I was finally free.
Thank goodness this was as the halfway point of the hike.
We were at the peak of Monts-Valin, about 984 metres above sea level. A hike three-km. up, on about two metres of snow was definitely a challenge. Perhaps because I’m not in the shape I used to be.
To get to the starting point of the six-km. hike, we took a 40-minute ride up from the visitor’s centre in a vehicle that was cross between a passenger van and a Snow cat.
Having been told that it was a steady incline up the trail, I thought I was prepared. But that steady incline was a bit more steep than steady on a few occasions.
The sweat, pain and challenge was all worth it when I stopped to take a breather; the views of Vallée des Fantômes took my breath away. Surrounded by incredible snow formations, or snow ghosts, on the tree branches, I could pick out different shapes just as I would if I was staring at the clouds.
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