When I say that the village was like a winter wonderland, I’m not exaggerating. It almost didn’t even feel real; like an attraction at a theme park instead of an actual town. With the icicles dripping from every ledge, frosted windows lining the buildings, and the brightest snow seemingly painted everywhere, it looked like a page out of a fairytale.
The last day we were there– also our travel day– was the warmest at about 25 degrees. It strangely felt nearly tropical after -12.
A quick note about my choice of footwear. I brought a few pairs of boots (I couldn’t resist overpacking…. whoops) and ended up wearing the Ugg boots
every day after skiing. To be honest, I’ve been wearing them almost exclusively while I’m home too. They’re so
warm and comfortable.
As if Tremblant isn’t charming already, there are little fire pits stationed around the village. At any given time of day, there are a handful of people huddled around warming their hands, goofing off with friends, or just trying to enjoy their beavertail outside. I loved making a little stop there to warm up between where we had dinner and the hotel. The community element was extra fun as you could hear at least three different languages and accents from other visitors!