By Tricia Sherrard

In our trusty mini van filled with equipment and food for the weekend, Mom and I successfully smuggled my sister over the border and arrived in Mont-Tremblant to join a multitude of athletes and their support crews. Upon stepping out of the car, we heard the repeated thump of dance music from the Ironman Village. Certainly this was a forecast for the weekend, which was full of festivities and excitement. Mont-Tremblant is the stuff of snow globes; a small ski village in the Laurentian Mountains nestled between the mountain and Lac Tremblant. Traditional French-style buildings with brightly colored roofs house a variety of shops, restaurants and patisseries. While Emily was busy being stressed and fit, Mom and I loved dancing at a U2 cover band concert, devouring crepes, and exploring the village.