Or so she thought. It turns out that there's a lot more snow when winter tubing than she had anticipated. That the snow up around the tube ride at Mt. Seymour was packed down and icy also was a factor in freaking her out. The hill was steep, and the packed snow made the tubes really fly down the hill at a brisk pace so that coupled with the fact that they make people go down the hill face first on their stomach freaked Lydia out even more.
The long and the short of it was that I went tubing and Lydia stood at the top of the hill watching me go up and down, while having her toes slowly freeze.
Packed snow beats up a body, especially since to slow down I had to dig my toes into the icy snow which lead to my knees slamming against the same snow. I threw in the towel well before our alloted two hours were over, worrying that I would not be able to walk the next day if I continued much longer.
I blogged about it over at Metroblogging Vancouver [mbv], if you're interested in checking out prices and season dates. You know, if I haven't completely scared you off the idea. The next time we go we might try Cypress Mountain, which looks a little more relaxed.