Woke up today to a snowy village! 28cm reported alpine snowfall. At last Whistler feels like a ski resort. Graeme and I headed up Blackcomb only to discover that the guides were on Whistler. Grumble grumble. We had been told that they alternated mountains every day. More big fat lies. Ah well. Alain, one of the snowboard guides, guided in the morning, and then we boarded with some of that group (because we weren't the only ones caught by the "switch") for the rest of the day. It was all good. Sid and John were great guys, and there was a ton of new snow, not that I always really knew how to cope with it. This was wha tI was in Whistler for.
Went back over to David's group's condo to soak away the day in their hot tub. Or should I say acid bath. We admittedly stayed in a long time, but my brand new navy swim trunks got bleached out to a rust brown colour, and Graeme broke out all in a rash. Nothing a little tequila couldn't fix, though.
Baked salmon with a lemon-butter-dill sauce for dinner with yams and green beans with red peppers. Did I mention that having a kitchen on vacation is great?
Pics are here.
Posted by Ken Allen at February 4, 2005 11:36 PM