Tired of the Wishbone? How about Whistler!

27 01 2009

So, I took a hiatus. I needed a vacation from my “vacation.” And all that really meant was I’ve been really, really slammed at work. Oh, and traveling to British Columbia on our friends’ annual trip to Whistler. We were missing a few and gained a few this year, but as usual, it was a really fun time of good skiing and company.

There was not a cloud in the sky on Friday, you could see so far from the tops of the mountains.

Looking from Blackcomb Mountain to Whistler Mountain

You can see that it was kind of bare up there. It was pretty icy, but some parts of the mountains had excellent snow. Here we’re all trying to get our legs ready for a full day of being on the mountain.


Marisa, Scott, Myron, and Andy getting ready for our first run


The snowboarder and planner of the trip - thanks Myron!

Most of you know that some of the best part of skiing is après ski! We made Merlin’s at the base of Blackcomb our end of day meeting spot for some cocktails and snacks to talk through the runs of the day, talk about how old we are getting, and tell funny stories (or create new funny stories).


Liz, Steph, and Kim


Myron seemed dumbfounded by the enormous nacho plate


Scott & Steven


Marisa & Andy

Because of the lack of new snow, the snow blowers were running 24×7 on both mountains. The last day we had fun skiing through them watching the spray off one another’s head. Scott’s beard (yes, the snow has melted in Seattle in case you were wondering what is going on with that) was frozen solid.


Frozen mountain man


Happy Scott & Kim


Looking back over Alta Lake and Whistler Village

Thanks to Myron for planning again! Next year, is Vancouver 2010, we will NOT be making our way up the hill during the insanity. Banff or Big Mountain, here we come!

O Canada!

3 03 2008

 Kim and Scott at Whistler

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!

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):

Nice Stream

Little kiddos helping each other off the lift. So little!!!

Little ones

A nice village stroll before dinner at Umberto’s Il Caminetto (oh my, so delicious):

Village Stroll