Snow biking: A Fool on the Hill

Sitting on a snow bike on a mountain top in Alberta, I thought death was a distinct possibility. In such circumstances some people might see their life flash before their eyes; for me, I just heard the chorus of the Beatles’ song, Fool On The Hill.

I was here because I gave up saying no to an Alberta colleague who, learning I was headed to the Rockies, took charge of my itinerary.

“Do you ski?”
“Do you snowboard?”
“Would you like to learn?”

Then she snapped her fingers and said, “I know, snowbiking! I’ve hurt my knees, so I

In addition to skis on the snowbike, riders wear short skies. (Allan Lynch Photo)
can’t ski anymore and this is what I do.”

I agreed because I didn’t want to seem too stubborn, and fool that I am, figured if an injured person can do this, how difficult can it be?

I pulled the rented SUV into the parking lot of Sunshine Village, which is the ski resort between Lake Louise and Banff. Sunshine Village prides itself on having a longer ski season (it lasts until mid-May) than other mountain resorts. It’s about a 25-minute gondola ride up the mountain to the village.

A partial view of the gondola ride to Sunshine Village, Alberta. (Allan Lynch Photo)
The scenery on the ride is stunning and preoccupied me while my gondola-mates engaged in excited skier speak. The words were English, but, for the non-skier, they were strung together in a senseless thread.

At the village, I was introduced to Glen Anderson, a trim, cheerful 20-something Ozzie, who would be my snow bike guide. In the rental room I was given a pair of grey ski boots. This was my first time wearing ski boots. I’ve had people tell me they dance in their boots. Not me. It took half an hour to squeeze into them and when I finally did get them on, I moved like a drunk auditioning for the role of Frankenstein.

Next I was given waist-high skis to strap on before slip and slidin’ up three snow steps to a rack of bright yellow snowbikes. The snowbike is a stripped down small bike frame with a black banana seat and short skis, front and back, instead of wheels. There are no brakes. A detail I didn’t consider until careering down the mountain.

Unfortunately, our next move was to the chairlift. This concerned me. I figured novices would be taken to a bunny hill or toboggan run. Not us, we went to cloud level.

Sunshine Village is a comfortable, busy mountain community with shops, hotels, restaurants and hot tubs. (Allan Lynch Photo)

At the summit, which is 8,954 feet (2730 metres) high, I sat on a bike looking down at the Continental Divide. To the left was British Columbia, on the right Alberta. Glen gave me a crash course on the nuanced sport of snowbiking. Turns are accomplished with head and shoulder movements. You do use the handlebars for some maneuvering, but the greater control comes from light shifting of the body.

As cheerful and positive as Glen sounded, I told him I had serious reservations about this. He smiled and sped off across the new snowfall, shouting, “Follow the green flags, you’ll be fine”.

Stranded on the mountain top, I followed. As I ripped across this pristine alpine meadow I realized we didn’t discuss stopping. I considered throwing myself down but feared that was too simple a solution to work. I weirdly remembered an afternoon cable program called The Bonny Prudent Show. I don’t know who Bonny Prudent was, but she had a TV show. On one program she talked about her first, and only, ski experience. Only when she was swooshing down the ski hill did she think about stopping. Like me, this was a neglected conversation. Bonny decided since it was snow, she would sit down. Seems reasonable. Except where she opted to sit there was a huge rock. She spent the next eight months in a body cast. It’s funny how quickly you can remember and digest so much when the world is flying past.

With Bonny in mind my thoughts turned to figure skaters. They came to a sideways stop. That worked. I turned my skis and bike sideways and was happily surprised this worked and that I didn’t end up flying over the handlebars.

Every dozen flags I caught up with Glen. I would be gasping for breath. He would be smiling. At the second stop an impressed Glen said, “You really like speed!” No, that would be gravity conspiring with my fear of falling propelling me at breakneck speed.

At what would turn out to be the midpoint in the run I faced a bowl in the trail. The choice was risk a short, sharp downhill that could really propel me to uncomfortable speeds or try for a longer, more benign incline. As I sat contemplating my route along the lip and thinking about centrifugal force, a snowboarder flew over my left shoulder and frightened the shit out of me.

I felt compelled to move. I caught the upper lip of the bowl and shot across two adjacent trails in front of a wall of brightly-dressed skiers coming directly at me. It was like a scene from James Bond. One skier sailed behind me, another in front and two others jumped overhead. To avoid getting a ski in the ear I crouched low which had the unfortunate effect of making me more aerodynamically efficient.

As I accelerated across this bowl in the hill, I sped towards a large caution sign with skull and crossbones and thought, “(expletive deleted), I’m running out of mountain! I am going to die!”

A quick left jerk of the bike in coordination with my skis and I started to slide to where Glen was waiting. I had quite a bit of speed going, so I kept the skis angled slightly to slow me down. When I finally reached Glen, now wearing a fresh layer of my snow spray, he said, “I can’t believe you did that. That was really difficult.” I couldn’t believe it either. It’s surprising how you can carry off terror.

At the end of my half-hour run I was exhausted. I was drenched in sweat. Every part of my body was in rebellion. My lungs were inflamed, my thighs ready to explode and my shins ached. But having survived, and knowing now what snow biking involves, I would do it again. But not this day. I had earned a very large drink.

If you snowbike

Sunshine Village ( no longer offers snowbiking. However, Sun Peaks Resort in BC does offer it.

Glenn, my smiling Ozzie snowbike instructor. (Allan Lynch Photo)

10 ways to rock winter in Canada

Voltaire once dismissed Canada as “a few acres of snow”.

We’re more than a few. But contrary to the clichés about cold, snowy Canada, we are not a permanently frozen wasteland. Most Canadians live within a 100 miles of the Canada-U.S. border. If non-Canadians want to know what the weather is like, look to comparable places in the U.S. Vancouver’s weather is like Seattle’s. Montreal, Toronto and places in Eastern Canada can be similar to New York and Boston. (Tho’ in Atlantic Canada, thanks to the ocean, we don’t that their humidity.)

Canada has the traditional four seasons – except Montreal. Montreal has three: summer, winter and pothole season.

As a winter country, we embrace the opportunity to play with the snow, ice and vast terrain.

Here are my personal top ten ideas for winter fun in Canada:

The hockey addiction starts early. These players are at the birthplace of hockey, Long Pond, Windsor Nova Scotia. (Allan Lynch Photo)

1. Skating. If you’re not a Canadian you should know Canadians don’t “ice skate” just as we don’t play “ice hockey”. We skate and play hockey. It’s done as God meant it to be done, on ice. The only modifier for hockey is “road hockey” played in driveways, lesser-used neighbourhood streets and empty far corners of parking lots. A relatively recent embracement of retro ideas has spurred a resurgence of “pond hockey”. That’s playing outside on a frozen pond, lake or river. The premo place for this is Long Pond, Windsor, Nova Scotia, which is the birthplace of hockey. For more on the history of hockey check out:

I think most small-town Canadians grew up going to the local rink for weekend skates. Many schools also reserved an afternoon for skating. Those public skates involved everyone skating to music in one direction. The music changed and everyone turned and skated in the opposite direction.

Bonhomme skates with young admirers at Quebec Winter Carnival. (Allan Lynch Photo)

A real joy is to find a frozen pond or creek. You have to be certain that the ice is thick enough, but it turns the fun of skating into an adventure.

I have a friend who lives in Stanley Bridge, Prince Edward Island. The bay outside her house freezes and that becomes a massive rink at her doorstep. One year, the wind was blowing so much she got inventive, took out an umbrella and let the wind drag her across the frozen bay. She laughs that she probably looked ridiculous, but it was more fun than usually prescribed to someone our age.

2. Sliding. The song speaks of ‘slip, slidin’ away’. Snow and ice

Sliding down one of Quebec City’s ice runs. (Allan Lynch Photo)
are great facilitators. My introduction was tobogganing. I had an aluminum toboggan which was really light to carry and super fast on snow. I had a beagle and he liked to crawl into the curved front for the race downhill.

Like most kids of my era I had a couple of hills where I met my friends. There was the ‘church hill’ and ‘research hill’.

The church hill was great because it was two-faced. You slid down from the sidewalk to the bottom, ran up the other side to the longer hill which was tall enough that I could get enough of a run on to slide part way up the other side. Sadly, it’s been filled in and paved to meet the needs of one of the few parishes with a growing congregation. The research station hill still exists and has been named Burger Hill. I don’t understand the name connection, but generations of kids still get to race down it on their toboggans, flying carpets and flying saucers.

Our friends in Quebec have taken tobogganing to new heights. A 30-minute drive from the Quebec City

One of the smaller slides at Valcartier. (Allan Lynch Photo)
is Village Vacances Valcartier ( This is a resort complex that has 35 slides, with such comforting names as Avalanche, Tornado, Himalaya and Everest. Everest claims to be the highest accelerating slide in North America. It’s 33.5 metres high enabling brave sliders to reach speeds of 80 km/hour. Sliding at Valcartier is done on inner tubes and rubber rafts. They have 5,000 pieces of sliding equipment for hire.

They also have skating, various outdoor games, an ice hotel (plus a real hotel with heat). On my visit I also went go-carting-on-ice. It’s probably not still on offer, but it was a trip. Go-carts easily got into spins and stuck sideways or slide into a snow bank, which required staff to drag you out and set you in the right direction. The way to make it around the course was to drive like your grandparents. It’s probably one of those fun things killed by insurers.

In Charlevoix, which is a resort area two-hours from Quebec City, Le Massif de Charlevoix ski hill (, owned by a cofounder of Cirque du Soleil, offers rodeling ( Rodeling is extreme sliding. It’s a European sled experience on a 7.5 km downhill run (don’t panic, it’s not a direct drop) on a groomed trail. It takes about two hours to complete and there is a beverage break mid-way down).

Charlevoix is also a very arty and foodie area. Every second person is either involved in gourmet something or a painter. There are lots of restaurants (very good ones) and accommodations. Close to the ski hill is La Germain Hotel Charlevoix ( It originally opened as Hotel La Ferme. Very trendy, very cool accommodations. Further up the road in La Malbaie is the Fairmont Le Manoir Richelieu ( This is a giant stone chateau on a hill overlooking the St. Lawrence. It’s a full-service, year-round resort. There’s a casino on-site, so that adds to the live entertainment option. One of the resort’s uniquely Canadian features is valet snowmobile parking. Some people come and rent a machine others will ride a snowmobile along trails from Quebec City. The Manoir has a full menu of winter experiences to enjoy.

Looking down an Olympic run in Whistler. (Allan Lynch Photo)

Another ultimate sliding experience is provided at the Whistler Sliding Centre. This is a legacy project from the 2010 Winter Olympics. If you’re brave enough, you can see about the sliding options. If you are more sedentary, then you can see the facilities and be gobsmacked by the agility of the athletes and speeds they reach. And get some selfies of yourself playing with the equipment.

3. I don’t ski or snowboard. Looking down from the top of a hill or mountain, I imagine a trail lined in broken bones. Mine. But a truly brilliant experience is Snow-Limo Tours

Prepping the snow-limo at Whistler. (Allan Lynch Photo)
Snow-Limo skis you down the mountain! The business was started by two bothers from New Brunswick. Their family loved to ski. As their parents aged, the guys thought about how to still share the experience the family loved. So they developed a lightweight chair on skis. A guest is strapped into the chair, bundled up in a blanket and the ski chauffeur stands on the back of the skis and takes you down the mountain. Your body is warm, but do plan to put a scarf over part of your face. Even with a beard my face got cold.

I did this at Whistler. It was thrilling. I’m still not going to take up skiing but I get the thrill

Snow-limo passengers are bundled up. (Allan Lynch Photo)
of the sport. It’s exhilarating. I was astonished that the mountain is so big that it took us over half an hour to reach the bottom. At Whistler there is a lip by the lodge you go over to start the run. As we made that first dip I had an OMG moment, but once on the actual ski run it was great. I was astonished at how many people were on the mountain. My one observation – other than how cold the wind can be on your face – is how much snowboarders fall down. Rarely did I see a skier down, but I saw lots of boarders. I don’t know if that was the instability of the board or age and inexperience of the boarder. What the hell, everyone was having fun.

Snow-Limo have moved from Whistler, but offer their service at Big White Ski Resort (outside Kelowna), Grouse Mountain (North Vancouver) and Sun Peaks Resort (outside Kamloops, BC).

4. Cross-country skiing is something I tried and didn’t really take to. All of the videos make it seem so elegant and effortless. That was not my experience. I took it up with a friend. Rather than buy a convenient ski package we seemingly raided the Nordic countries: Icelandic wool sweaters, Norwegian skis, Swedish poles, Danish boots … I never seemed to wax my skis properly.

A solidary skier has a frozen Lake Louise to himself. (Allan Lynch Photo)
I always had snow build up. (No one talks to you about that.) There are modern skis that don’t require waxing. We didn’t have those. And when we went skiing we took my friend’s crazy dog along. He seemed to have just defecated wherever I was about to fall. In mid-fall I would try to change course. In the end I figured it cost me $78 an hour to ski.

Lots of people do cross-country ski and do it well and enjoy it. I look at the image of the guy skiing across Lake Louise and envy his Zen-like experience.

5. What I learned that I do love is snowshoeing. I discovered my passion for it

Snowshoeing in the vineyards of Domaine de Grand Pre, Nova Scotia. (Allan Lynch Photo)

Making snow angels while snowshoeing in Quebec. (Allan Lynch Photo)
while attending the Quebec Winter Carnival. We went out on the Plains of Abraham to ski. It was fun. In a few steps you are in a tranquil place surrounded by trees, winter wildlife and a refreshing solitude.

In Quebec I learned that the styles and types of snowshoes used across Canada were adjusted by First Nations peoples for their snow conditions and terrain.

Outside Quebec at Le Manoir du Lac Delace I was introduced to a type of snowshoe orientation. You’ve

Orienteering on snowshoes in Quebec. (Allan Lynch Photo)
given a compass and map and set out to find a course through the woods. Basically it’s a scavenger hunt on snowshoes. It was fun to effortlessly enjoy the solitude of a snowy forest, away from sounds other than the crunch of the snowshoe or our own giggles from our enjoyment. In addition to Quebec I’ve snow shoed around Lake Louise with the staff
Snowshoeing up a mountain in the Okanagan. (Allan Lynch Photo)
naturalist from the Fairmont Chateau Lake Louise. And in Halifax it’s possible to take a city bus to the top of Hemlock Ravine Park, snowshoe down the trails to the bottom of the park in Bedford and pick up a city bus to the downtown core – and my hotel. There are a lot of ways to mix-up the adventure without it having to be a backcountry survival experience.

Snow-biking is insanely fun. (Allan Lynch Photo)
6. In the are-you-crazy category is snow biking. As I think of it, Fool on the Hill. I did it at Sunshine Village between Lake Louise and Banff, but it’s no longer offered there. However, Inglis Manitoba and the Sun Peaks Resort do offer it..
Basically, the snow bike is a low kids bike with short skies for wheels. You’re also given short skis to wear. There are no brakes. For more about snow biking go to:

7. Ice climbing is another winter sport I don’t do. But I’m impressed by those

Two tiny specs on the ice face above the tree top are climbers. (Allan Lynch Photo)
people crazy enough, strong enough and bold enough to do it. In Charlevoix I’m told they climb up frozen waterfalls. Driving the road between Jasper and Lake Louise I noticed movement on frozen ice sheets that lined some of the mountains. Looking more closely I saw people were climbing up the mountain! This takes rock climbing to a new height.

8. In lieu of climbing a mountain I have gone ice canyoning in Jasper. We walked through an area that is prone to flash floods and seasonal flooding. In some places the stone walls were baby-bottom smooth. My guide said that happens because the flood water filled the space, whirled around by the rock formations, dislodged smaller rocks and sent them spinning along the larger rock faces. The easiest way to think of this as a type of natural exfoliation.

9. My hedonistic winter treat is the natural, Scandinavian-style outdoor spas which proliferate across Canada.

My introduction was during the Quebec Winter Carnival. I went to le Nordique Spa Stoneham ( It’s one of Quebec’s 20 nature spas. Don’t panic, nature doesn’t mean nudist, it means it’s half inside, half outside. Le Nordique, about a 30-minute drive from the city, cascades down a forested hillside to the Jacques Cartier River. There is a main building which houses reception area, changing rooms, café. Below are a series of hot and cold water pools and several more buildings housing saunas, steam rooms, solariums and treatment rooms (for massage only). The idea is to go at your own speed, warming up, cooling down and repeating as necessary or desired. And here I am, Mr. I’m-not-keen-on-cold, strolling snow-lined paths in a bathing suit in -12 degree weather. My skin

A waterfall and pool at the Scandinave Spa in Mount Tremblant. (Allan Lynch Photo)
is tingling, but in a good way. This is a real treat because no appointment is necessary (unless you want a massage), you just show up and linger. And it’s cheap. Admission for all day at this type of spa is usually less than a massage at a traditional spa.

I’ve also done the Scandinave Spa in Mont-Tremblant ( ) and Whistler and another spa outside Ottawa, whose name I’ve forgotten. These are truly relaxing days because you slow down, set your technology aside and focus on yourself. You’re quiet, you’re in beautiful and sensual surroundings, and waking up your body while distressing your soul.

My other absolute favourite place is the Willow Stream Spa at the Fairmount Banff Springs Hotel ( This is a temple of the flesh – and not in a seedy sense.
There are separate men’s and women’s sections, which meet in a room containing a huge circular pool. Music is piped underwater, so you can float and look through the skylight to the star-filled night. In a sheltered terrace off the pool deck is an outdoor hot tub. I like to sit here in a light snowfall. The steam from the tub melts most of the snowflakes before they reach you. Stay in long enough and you may have to shake snow off your bathrobe.

Sleigh rides in the city in Quebec. (Allan Lynch Photo)
10. Sleigh rides. I grew up in a small town surrounded by farms that had horses, wagons and sleighs. Our year included wagon and sleigh rides where we burrowed down in hay. As an adult I reconnected with the joy of sleigh rides in Halifax, Quebec and Alberta.

In a suburb of Halifax, abut 10 minutes from the city centre Hatfield Farms offer sleigh rides ( In Quebec during carnival there are rows of horses and sleighs lined up for hire on the Plains of Abraham. And in Alberta, the Fairmont Chateau Lake Louise offer sleigh rides in one of the most dramatic settings on the Continent. There is a movie-like atmosphere to the jingle of the sleigh bells as you glide past mountains, forests and frozen lake. And I like that the Chateau has footless champagne flutes designed to stick into the snow.

Elk watch tourists in Jasper. (Allan Lynch Photo)
Finally, my picks for my favourite winter places: Whistler, Banff and Mount Tremblant. They’re communities built for winter. These are pedestrian/pedestrian-friendly communities so even in a great snowstorm you can stroll around and enjoy it without having to worry about practical things like shoveling and driving. I love Quebec City in winter (anytime of year, in truth). The
Downtown Banff is nestled in the Bow Valley, surrounded by the Rockies. (Allan Lynch Photo)
snow seems to highlight architectural details in a different way than you see them in the sun. Plus, whether it’s Carnival time or not, Quebeckers have lots of inventive ways to enjoy the season. I also like Lake Louise and Jasper, but haven’t spent enough winter time in either. Whether you ski or not, these communities offer a full range of activities, treats, great food, crisp service and magnificent views. I prefer them to a beach break.
A frozen Lake Louise. (Allan Lynch Photo)

Montreal rocks February!

This year Montreal is rockin’ it as they celebrate their 375th anniversary and Canada’s 150th.

The city is hosting so many events to mark the anniversary that they had to use 13 months to fit everything into their schedule.

The next ten days are a prime example of how varied their events are.

For those not grounded by the storm front scheduled for the Northeast, Montreal is hosting:

Saturday (the 11th) is the Snow Moon Bike Ride. It starts at 7, so don’t come early. There are several elements to this. First is a 3.75km-long parade of illuminated bikes, followed by a 15k ride for everyone to the Olympic Stadium.

Sunday (Feb. 12th) is the Montreal Hypothermic Half Marathon. The event has 21.1k, 10.55k and two-person relays.

Also on Sunday is the Montreal Ice Canoe Challenge. It’s the same river as Quebec’s ice canoe race, a different city. There are three classes of competition: elite men’s, elite women’s and sport. Races start at noon so time for a long breakfast or bunch.

Feb. 18th is the Polar Hero Race. It has a 5k and 10k obstacle races with 25 and 50 challenges. Starts at 9 am, so don’t sleep in.

Igloofest runs to February 19th. It’s an electronic music festival –think dancin’ in an ice disco. In the daytime (Feb. 11 and 18) they host Nordik Games that include such Canadian events as the Christmas tree toss and Deneige ton char (shovel your car out). I suppose if that goes into overtime they could add pressure by having a snow plow come by.

From Feb. 23 to March 11 is Curling en lumiere. Basically curling outside at night with light and sound shows as a backdrop, and professional play-by-play live commentary.

For information about these events and the rest of Montreal’s celebratory year, click on