We try to get up to Canada a few times a year, at least one of those trips being to Whistler (site of the 2010 Winter Olympics). We headed up on Friday afternoon for a quick trip of skiing, apres ski, fine dining, hot tubbing in freezing temperatures, and a lot of driving!
When we checked in to our hotel on Friday evening, the desk clerk was going on and on about (cue your best British accent) the “brilliant powder” and the “epic season.” All weekend we tried to use the word brilliant when describing things. I think it’s my new favorite word.
The powder atop Blackcomb mountain was, in fact, BRILLIANT! What great snow. We had a wonderful trip and certainly didn’t want to come home so soon. We might have to squeeze in one more trip before the snow melts and mountain biking takes over the mountains.
Brilliant Powder!
Shooshing down the hill (that’s Scott):
Taking a break, stream side (mom, you can see that I still have my pigtails flapping in the wind, but I’m not nearly as fearless as that little 8 year old with a tulip on her jacket):
Little kiddos helping each other off the lift. So little!!!
A nice village stroll before dinner at Umberto’s Il Caminetto (oh my, so delicious):
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