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I Hear That Whistle Blowin
February 09, 2007
I spent the weekend of my 31st birthday—last Thursday through Sunday—on a surprise trip to Whistler, BC. My little lady and I spent a couple of days snowboarding, and the rest of the time carousing around Whistler Village, eating and drinking ourselves silly. Some friends of ours happened to be there the same weekend, which made for an even better weekend, with more fun.
This was my first trip to the infamous Whistler Blackcomb ski resort, a place I've intended to visit since moving to the Northwest. When the largest ski resort in North America sits a mere five hours from your doorstep, it's just foolish not to take advantage of it. I am now fully aware of this fact. In fact, this place will spoil you into thinking that any other resort closer to home is just not worth your time. And it's true, they don't even come close. First off, you're in Canada; land of the friendliest people on earth, Smart cars, and a government that doesn't force itself upon the rest of the world like a drunken frat boy. Once you're outside of Vancouver, you're traveling on the Sea-to-Sky Highway—a road that impossibly hugs the majestic, rugged coastline. Sounds cheesy, I know, but you've never seen scenery like this. Mountains plunge into the sky up ahead, and before you know it you've arrived at Whistler Village, arguably the happiest place on earth. This is where we stayed for the weekend.
Once you've parked your car at the Village, there's no reason to drive for the rest of your stay. In fact, it's designed for walking. Everything you need is a few steps away: grocery and liquor stores, pharmacies (to stock up on 222's, duh), restaurants, bars, movie theaters, coffee shops, and most importantly, the gondolas for Whistler and Blackcomb. One lift ticket, two mountains, endless fun. The first day of boarding, it was sunny out, and from the top of Whistler you could see for miles. The second day it snowed, so it was a good combination of weather and snow conditions. The cool thing is, if you don't want to sit outdoors on a ski lift when the weather gets nasty, you don't have to. We only rode the gondola on the day that it snowed. It was excellent. We spent most of our time on a series of top to bottom runs that took about 20 minutes to complete, going really fast. Proof of our adventure can be found on Flickr.
I Have a Website?
Updates have been slow around here lately, which sucks. I have a lot on my plate at the moment, and freelance work has been taking up any spare time that I have available. Top that off with refining my portfolio, retooling my site, and having plans 15 days out of the month, and you have what I like to call an excuse. If you're available tonight, go to the Of Montreal show and dance your ass of for me. The new album is so fun.
Posted by Aaron on February 9, 2007 11:42 AM| Permalink