This weekend we braved the cold and went to Emilie's mom's for some cross-country skiing. Given the cold, the entire ride felt like we were passing through ghost towns. Absolutely no one was outside and we hardly saw any other cars.
Here's a photo that I took from the car as we were passing by the town of Bellfontaine on our way to ski on Saturday. The landscape in the foreground looked a bit lunar to me with the wind-blown undulations.
The town where we went skiing both days -- Chapelle des Bois -- was equally deserted, with absolutely no one outside.
Thus we weren't overly surprised to find that virtually no one was on the cross-country pistes either. I have to admit, the first 15 minutes or so of skiing each day was a bit painful but after warming up a bit it wasn't that bad. That said, it was way too cold to stop and take any pictures.
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