A 2-hour journey north to Whistler. Along the way, on the freeway, Caroline becomes almost hysterical. After a few ‘what the f@@@s’ and unintentionally crossing two lanes, it turns out that she has spotted our first bear at the side of the road – still going a little too fast to take pictures. Thereafter, strict instructions – we are on bear watch. Needless to say, no more spotted.
Arrive in Whistler, decide that this looks like a bit of alright and check in for 3 nights. It’s weekend and it’s lively, unfortunately including the many stag/hen parties in town from US (one time that would have been a bonus)?
On the Sunday, we decide to take the Cable Car up Whistler Mountain (25 minutes) and what a decision that turns out to be – one of the best days we have had. Still blanketed in snow yet t-shirt weather, we are able to go on a short hike in the snow. As it is early morning (yes we managed to get up early for once), we are able to escape into the remoteness and silence of the mountains – outstanding.
We are able to enjoy some time of solitude before we return to the Gondola station with its (large) shop and café. It is also the main arrival point for a number of ski lifts and, of course, it’s a sunny day so the snowy mountainside is soon covered with skiers and snowboarders – fancy that. I quite fancy a go at this snowboarding lark even at my tender age, maybe next time!
Whistler – a special place.
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