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Whistler/Blackcomb is BEAUTIFUL. Actually, all of British Columbia I've seen is beautiful (except Richmond). The combination of tall, snow-covered peaks, LOTS of trees, and wide blue ocean all in one visual image is irresistible. Anyhow...
Got into Vancouver early Friday evening and spent the entire rest of the evening picking our noses in the airport, waiting for an 11:30 arrival who didn't feel like renting a car. We were also supposed to drive another group up, but somebody didn't count right and we wouldn't all fit, so the other group got another car. (We should've taken that group and told the 11:30 to get herself a car! Doh.) Chris was great and quizzed me on C4 calls for hours while we waited. Saw more and more snow on the drive up. Fog, too. BEAUTIFUL mountains and snow-covered pines, as much as we could see at night, anyway. Arrived at the condo around 2:30AM. This set the sleep pattern for the rest of the weekend.
Up late Saturday. Much futzing around before all eight of us were ready. This group needs a shepherd. Jeff did some prodding and we eventually got our acts together. It was snowing in earnest all morning, and the slopes were PERFECT! Apparently I remember how to ski. I was doing blue slopes pretty soon after my first run. My Never Cold Coat performed admirably. The clouds slowly moved off during the afternoon, and I spent some time standing on the side of the ski trails just drinking in the beautiful scenery around me. Snow... pines... mountains... water... mountains... snow... pines...
Saturday evening after dinner we searched for lost car keys in the snow. No luck. Chris devoted much of Sunday to getting back into the car (and retrieving it from the towing company, because it had been stranded in a no-overnight-parking lot). I shopped -- my skis were one of the sets stuck in the car. Had a lovely T-shirt made at a silkscreen place. 8-) Just as the lifts were closing, we got the car back into the area, so we made haste to pull our skis out of it and try for one last run. We succeeded only in riding the gondola that stays open an hour later, to the upper village, but there's a pleasant little ten-minute run from there, so we did that about four times. I took some video. Probably caught my cussing as I hit icy spots -- looking through a video camera is bad for visibility.
Then up at 4AM and you've heard the rest.
I wish I were still back there. Being surrounded by the beauty of the outdoors is like a Band-Aid for my soul. I now realize how ugly I find my home. :-/
Got into Vancouver early Friday evening and spent the entire rest of the evening picking our noses in the airport, waiting for an 11:30 arrival who didn't feel like renting a car. We were also supposed to drive another group up, but somebody didn't count right and we wouldn't all fit, so the other group got another car. (We should've taken that group and told the 11:30 to get herself a car! Doh.) Chris was great and quizzed me on C4 calls for hours while we waited. Saw more and more snow on the drive up. Fog, too. BEAUTIFUL mountains and snow-covered pines, as much as we could see at night, anyway. Arrived at the condo around 2:30AM. This set the sleep pattern for the rest of the weekend.
Up late Saturday. Much futzing around before all eight of us were ready. This group needs a shepherd. Jeff did some prodding and we eventually got our acts together. It was snowing in earnest all morning, and the slopes were PERFECT! Apparently I remember how to ski. I was doing blue slopes pretty soon after my first run. My Never Cold Coat performed admirably. The clouds slowly moved off during the afternoon, and I spent some time standing on the side of the ski trails just drinking in the beautiful scenery around me. Snow... pines... mountains... water... mountains... snow... pines...
Saturday evening after dinner we searched for lost car keys in the snow. No luck. Chris devoted much of Sunday to getting back into the car (and retrieving it from the towing company, because it had been stranded in a no-overnight-parking lot). I shopped -- my skis were one of the sets stuck in the car. Had a lovely T-shirt made at a silkscreen place. 8-) Just as the lifts were closing, we got the car back into the area, so we made haste to pull our skis out of it and try for one last run. We succeeded only in riding the gondola that stays open an hour later, to the upper village, but there's a pleasant little ten-minute run from there, so we did that about four times. I took some video. Probably caught my cussing as I hit icy spots -- looking through a video camera is bad for visibility.
Then up at 4AM and you've heard the rest.
I wish I were still back there. Being surrounded by the beauty of the outdoors is like a Band-Aid for my soul. I now realize how ugly I find my home. :-/
Wow!
Your description reminded me how long it's been since I've had a real vacation where I got to see the great outdoors, relax, and generally destress. I gotta get me some of that. :-)
Sounds like it was worth it even though you ended up having a really long day today, eh?
Re: Wow!
Was the "eh?" a deliberate reference to Canada? :-) I saw a very amusing T-shirt in the ski village. It had a series of icons across the top, each in a little circle, all of them pictograms except the last one. They went something like: (mountain) (maple-leaf) (snowflake) (skier) (smileyface) (EH?) Below that, it said Whistler Canada. Very cute.
Re: Wow!
Re: Wow!