So I ended up with an afternoon in Whistler. Now one might ask why. It’s ‘summer’ after all so the best thing to do here is skiing, apparently. Now while there is some snow, it’s only right up the top, still not a bad effort for summer. Then again I am in Canada!
It’s certainly lovely, surrounded by the mountains, real ones that is not just hills that get called a mountain due to everything else being incredibly flat. I did do the chairlift ride, including the peak to peak gondola ride.
A little unfortunate with my luck the weather closed in, still when I caught a glimpse of the surroundings in the breaks in the clouds it was beautiful. There were parts that were almost a little surreal floating up into the air seeing nothing but cloud.
I could have wish for a clear day but that’s how things go. I’m thinking coming back here to try and ski one day. That’s insane right? I totally graduated to a really mean snow plow the last time I went skiing, more years ago than I care to mention. On that occasion I majored in sliding on my rear down the slope. Also on extra special occasions I broke out the face plant, sliding face first down the remainder of the slope to the applause from everyone on the chairlifts. (Ok Nath & Jo if you read this you can stop laughing now…..)
Still I think it would be pretty to look at with that strange snow stuff. Although right now I’m wearing a thermal top, a jumper and scarf. Oh and I’m sitting inside. It’s summer so everyone keeps telling me and I can’t see the mountains due to the clouds. Winter must be freezing. So maybe on second thoughts I just need to come back one day to see all that snow from the safety of ones heated hotel room.
I didn’t see any bears. I kept my eyes pealed for them to. I did see an eagle swooping over the treetops at one point and a whole heap of BMX riders. Seriously I can confirm that the BMX riders are not an endangered species. They are here in Whistler in the droves.
I’m told they are some of the best riders in the world, all here right now. It’s kind of funny to seem them riding lazily along with little effort (when not on the slopes) then to see a tourist on a push bike labouring away. The contrast is startling.
I did spend some time wandering through the stalls of the Sunday Market which whiled away some time. Didn’t buy anything though. There was a ‘Aussie Meat Pie’ stall here which I found really funny.
It did have the consequence of making me want to run around and instruct everyone on the correct way to eat an Aussie Meat pie. Eating ones pie on a plate with a fork and dipping each mouthful in the sauce they put on the plate, well it’s just sooo wrong. It’s not how it’s done.
I managed to restrain myself though.