One time at Lake Louise we ducked this rope and were skiing beside it but we slowly started venturing away from the rope. And the one guy who knew where to go said we turn around this tree and then go between these two trees and its wide open and it will take us right back in bounds.So i was following him, he turns around the one tree and stops, so i stop behind him. He points to the snow between the two trees and there is a lynx sitting there.We didnt know if he would fucking attack us or what so we took our skis/boards off and walked around the trees. Took us 45 minutes to get back in bounds because the trees were so dense and we could get back over to where we needed to be.So now we call it lake loulynx.