

Break a Sweat
Tubing at Mount Seymour: gravity does the work, a tow rope handles the uphill, and the screaming handles itself.
Skiing has a learning curve shaped like a double black diamond of humiliation. Tubing has a tow rope, an inflatable donut, and gravity, which is basically a three-ingredient recipe for everyone succeeding and screaming the whole way down. Mount Seymour is the most laid-back of the three North Shore hills, which means the vibe is jubilant rather than competitive, and the only rule they enforce is a 48-inch minimum height (a firm no on the dog). Free parking, a two-hour session, and the option to link tubes and fling yourselves down as a chaotic, spinning pair. You will both insist you were not scared. The windburn will tell a different story. Retreat to the lodge afterward, thaw out, compare windburn, and quietly agree to do it again.