The Canadiens are holed up at beautiful Mont-Tremblant, a resort village nestled in the Laurentian Mountains, far from the madding crowds.
Here they’re able to bond, practice nearby, nurse wounds, put shaving cream in teammates’ shoes, and focus on one particular order of business.
Sweeping the Sens.
I just don’t know why they need to escape at all. Habs fans and the media are a laid-back bunch who would hardly bother them at all. Right?
The Canadiens have been heading to this spectacular region at playoff time off and on for decades, and below are a couple of write ups from my scrapbook when they were preparing to do battle with the Toronto Maple Leafs in 1964.
At that time they chilled out in Ste-Marguerite Station.