A glimmer shines through the deep, dark night that blankets the trees. It is there, carried on the whispering wind, that my existence inspires a passion as intense as the muffled tremors of the mountain. My story is timeless—it is written in the odysseys and spans the ages.
I am nestled at the edge of the trees and paths that cross the woods of Mont Saint-Bruno.I am much more than a waystation where people come to rest and relax—I am stronger and bolder. Discover the source of my complex, a place where you feel at home though your feet are on unknown land. My story begins long, long ago, when humans were just beginning to explore the power of water, the force of fire, and the energy of wind.