What had caught my eye the moment I looked into the activity brochure was ice waterfall climbing. I wish I could say that's exactly what I did. But it's not, since that option was only available from mid January to mid February. So I moved onto my second choice: cross-country skiing. Sadly, that too was unavailable, due to being booked solid. There was one other option, a glimmer of hope for a somewhat event filled day: dog sledding. It was 40 Euros for 30 minutes, but I gave in... mainly because it's something I had always wanted to do.
For 40 Euros I imagined I'd be able to somehow take the reins, for a few minutes at least. I later realized a large part of the money was actually just used for the care of the huskies, because instead of standing at the back of the sled, I found myself seated in it, with a blanket wrapped tightly around me.
In the end, I guess it was better that way, since, like I previously acknowledged, I don't speak French and apparently that's the only language the dogs know... besides the basic bark that is. Either way, my commands would have probably led me right over a cliff.