The one firm item on the agenda for my stay was an overnight trip to Whistler on the 29th. Though both a bit out of practice, we decided we’d try our hand (feet?) at some skiing. In my case, “a bit out of practice” meant it’d been a solid 14 years since I’d braved any slopes, in Oberammergau on what I recall being a slushy day. My only real memory of the affair is careening down the mountainside without any control over my motion whatsoever shouting “RYAAAAAAAAN!” at my brother as I passed him, when he clearly was in no position to offer assistance as he was in process of being dragged up the mountainside by the T-bar on which he’d not managed to get a firm seat. Still, I was hopeful.
We got up early to make the 1.5 hour drive from Vancouver before the crowds hit, and were setting out from (having geared up at) Whistler Blackcomb by 10 or 11. The park is enormous with an impressive spread of lifts and gondolas to get you to all sorts of different runs, and we found plenty of green ones (haha) to keep us at it for nearly the whole day (with a few breaks for the sneaky Caesar and bowl of yam fries [Canadian for subtle variations of “Bloody Mary” and “sweet potato fries”], of course). The conditions were great and I only think I wiped out once. Or. You know. Maybe twice… Anyway, fun as it was, I think the best part was definitely the scenery. We hardly even noticed it was -18º (Canadian for “0 degrees”) at the top.
Laura had booked us a place just outside the village where we intended to rest up, shower, and lounge in the hot tub (not necessarily in that order) before HiTtIn ThE tOwN later on; but the hot tub wasn’t as hot as its name might lead you to believe, and after the shower and the resting and the Chinese leftovers we didn’t feel much like going out so we just drank a bunch of wine and gabbed, as us womenfolk have been known to do. The next morning we went back to the village to walk around a little bit, but found it much colder than the previous day, so we really just grabbed a bite at Earl’s and headed back to the car.
Whereas the drive up had been dark, we were coming back in daylight and got to take in some more gorgeous scenery. We stopped a couple times along the way, including a stop at the Sea-to-Sky Gondola in Squamish, which is exactly what it sounds like.