Snow Tubing – Uxbridge, ON

I thought 2009 was a great year personally, but many were struck with turmoil and glad to see it go. Either way, it’s January 1st, it’s beautiful and snowing outside. What better way to top off a welcome to 2010 than with some controversy: Faithful readers, I present: snow tubing.

Is this really a sport? No more than a microwave dinner is fine chefery.  But as I’ve said before, I don’t limit myself to your standard definitions. I push boundaries. Word boundaries.

Is this an attempt by me to quickly put out an episode because I’ve been too busy playing sports and enjoying the holidays, thereby limiting my time to do write-ups?  Yes. It is.

I didn’t know this sport existed until two weeks ago. My friend Paul texted me at work and asked if I wanted to go check out a ski resort and do some work on the slopes. After his performance on the indoor ski and snowboarding machines, I assumed he was looking to carry over some momentum to the mountain.

“Yeah Millage, we can go snow tubing!”

“Where do they have that?”

“Lakeridge.”

“Okay. Let’s go.”

And so we did.

Paul’s clocks tend to run a bit slower than most modern 24 hour time-pieces, and so with him driving we didn’t make it to the mountain until 8:30pm. That’s one hour before closing time.

We were rushed, but the nice lady behind the counter told us we could still fit six rides in since they weren’t very busy. You can buy a 6 pack of rides for $24, which is exactly what we did. Four sets in fact, because as you may notice in this video, we had a couple ladies with us. That’s right, eat your heart out world, the Gymineer’s moving up. Count me a supporter of the women’s ski jumping team and all female sports.

Engulfed in excitement, we headed out from the warm shelter of the chalet and into the bitter-but-actually-pretty-mild Ontario winter night.

“Ahh Millage, do we have to walk up the hill?” Paul asked.

“Seems unlikely. I bet we can prevent it by talking to that guy who’s hooking everyone up to that giant tow rope.”

And so it went. I handed the fine gentleman at the tow rope my tube’s leash, he hooked it up to the tow, and I sat in my tube and enjoyed the view. It’s a nice set-up, if a little anti-exercise. Paul thought we could make up for this by throwing snowballs at those below us.

Going down the hill was… well, I set my new velocity record as a gymineer. I didn’t get an official clocking, but you’re moving and the thought of catching the walls with my head were a plenty on our first drop down the mountain.

It’s a comfy adrenaline rush. I loved it. I even entrusted Paul’s hands to shoot a video as we plummeted down. I mean, I wasn’t so comfy that I didn’t want to hold on with both hands. That’s just not who I am.

If you feel like tubing, head to Lakeridge, or find a spot near your home. If the noble spirit of the NHL Winter Classic has taught us anything folks, it’s that winter is no excuse to stay inside.