Three days ago, I was preparing for my first snowmobiling experience (Read When I started walking the talk about the wonders of snowmobiling in Abitibi-Témiscamingue – Part 1). My uncle, Yves, his daughter and one of her friends, a couple of my uncle’s friends, Marco and Danielle, my sister, Kim, and I had planned to travel out to the Pourvoirie des Îles du Lac Duparquet and come back the next day. In all, the trip would cover 440 km; my sister and I, who had never snowmobiled, were to spell each other off driving the machines. Three days and 440 km later, I can now safely brag about how wonderful sledding is in Abitibi-Témiscamingue because I have actually experienced it!
ABITIBI-TÉMISCAMINGUE: A SNOWMOBILERS’ PARADISE …FOR NOVICES TOO!
People who say that Abitibi-Témiscamingue is a snowmobiling paradise are right! I felt totally safe and in control, which was so reassuring for a first experience. Of course, I have nothing to compare it to, because I have no experience sledding in other areas, but I can assure you that I was blown away by what I saw and experienced! The vegetation and the scenery are breathtaking and changing constantly. The trails are undulating and winding in places and straight and true in others, but always very wide. As a novice, I found this quite reassuring because I was never concerned about catching an oncoming snowmobile. Also, the frequency and quality of the signage was impressive. I was travelling at my own speed, which was very different from Yves and Marco’s, who’ve been sledding for about 20 years, or Danielle’s, who has had her own machine for six years, so I’d lose sight of them occasionally. So, even if I lost sight of Danielle bouncing along on her sled or taking a tight turn, I knew what was coming on a corner or at the bottom of a hill. The little yellow signs were always there to give me a heads up! There were numerous rest stops and huts, providing ample opportunity to stop safely and often to prevent fatigue.
One of the numerous rest stops in the snowmobile trails, in Rivière-Héva.
WE ALWAYS NEED A GOOD YARN
It’s a fact. The trips that include an unexpected adventure or leave you with a great story to tell are the most memorable. And I can assure you that this is one we will definitely remember! Kim and I were not the only novices in the group. It was also the first time snowmobiling for my uncle’s daughter and her friend. They were two very excited little 9-year-olds as we headed out on our adventure together. About 20 minutes into the trip, we stopped to check that everything was going well. We discovered that their enthusiasm had waned and their little faces were now
an interesting shade of green or white. Motion sickness had joined our expedition! After a 15-minute break, we started out again only to stop about 20 minutes later. The girls had both brought their breakfast up on the blanket that was keeping them warm. That was the beginning of the story. Every 20 minutes, we stopped to clean up the vomit, and console and encourage the girls. We finally stopped in Cadillac for a rest and some lunch, which was good for everyone. The girls were feeling a lot better by then and even fell asleep in the sled after lunch, which allowed us to travel a fair distance without stopping.
From the inside of the sleigh
Then we came to another lake. The crossing woke the girls up and they promptly threw up again; they also got scared. So, at Preissac, just over the halfway mark, we decided to spell each other off in the passenger sleigh. Yves climbed in with his daughter’s friend and, 30 minutes later, all was well. Her fear had disappeared and she felt good. Then it was my uncle’s daughter’s turn… and mine! It brought back childhood memories of being small and not able to see anything, as well as a few added bonuses: the smell in the sleigh was awful, my cousin’s motion sickness was still very much on board, and the suspension was broken (the sleigh didn’t care for my uncle’s powerful build). I must admit, even as an adult, I HATE sleighs!
We finally reached the Pourvoirie des Îles du Lac Duparquet where we would bed down for the night; the girls played all evening. Sunday morning, my cousin’s grandparents came and rescued the girls from another day of torture on the snowmobile. They drove to Duparquet and took them and the stinky sled back to Val-d’Or. So, on the return trip, we were down to five adults and four machines.
The view from our room at the Pourvoirie des Iles du Lac Duparquet. In addition of the great landscape, the food was delicious and service was top-notch!
With stars in their eyes, so many sledders have described the sense of freedom, spirit of camaraderie and stunning landscapes that draw them to snowmobiling. The experience certainly matched the descriptions I’d heard over the years. On my machine, I felt as though I were floating on the snow, flying through the trees. On my own and surrounded by the strength and magnificence of Mother Nature, I was indeed free. And I met two wonderful people: Marco and Danielle are simple, funny, considerate and passionate souls and lovely travelling companions. Now, I will be able to describe the snowmobiling trails in Abitibi-Témiscamingue from personal experience, with stars in my eyes. I’ll be able to explain why it is so much fun, describe the beauty out there and talk about the camaraderie that reigns. And, believe me, I’ll do it with passion!
Because we also need a good yarn for Sunday, my uncle had a little incident on that day!