I'd forgotten that I didn't share the pictures and story of this trip. Randy's birthday is in the beginning of April so to celebrate we decided to rent a condo with a favorite traveling couple (Paul and Laurie Sherman) and ski for three days.
I was the only one who had never skied at Whistler before. On the way up they told stories of skiing in fog and on blue ice. Sometimes at the same time. Oh boy. Anyway, we left after work on a Friday and arrived in the dark. The instructions to the condo were confusing, as were the pathways still covered in snow. Eventually we found it without grumbling and griping too much. Truthfully we were all just glad to be out of the car.
The condo was nice enough, except it only had one bathroom. We dealt with that, waited our turn patiently. The heating system wasn't particularly straightforward so often we were either too cold or too warm. Foxglove 26 was our condo, just in case you want to pick one that had two bathrooms. The good news is that it was comfortable and stylish. Plus it had a tv so that Paul didn't have to miss the Sounders game.
Our first day of skiing was wonderful! The snow was soft and fluffy, very skiable, and the sun was out. We skied on both sides of the mountain — Blackcomb and Whistler. The gondola between mountains takes only about 11 minutes. It's very cool.
I was still recovering from that long illness so pooped out a little early. Still, I'd had a great time skiing with everyone. And of course, I pooped out on the Whistler side and needed to navigate my way back to Blackcomb. Paul assured me that I needed to catch the Red Chair back up to the gondola. That was clear, until I missed a crucial turn and accidently skied all the way down to Creekside from the top where I had left them. Getting back up to the top was straightforward and I suppose it's worthwhile to ski from top to bottom at least once.
Getting off the ski slope and back to the condo was another adventure. Unfortunately I left the ski slope too early and ended up walking a quite a long way down the road in my ski boots, carrying my skis. At least it was a nice day. And I found the condo.
The next day Paul, Laurie, and Randy skied in the backcountry with our friend Tobae. I was still coughing too much to keep up with them so I opted to walk down to the cross country ski hut on the golf course and take a skate ski lesson. It would've been nice to take a lesson at the beginning of the season rather than the end because I haven't done it since. Still, after my lesson I got the hang of it and was able to toodle around the frozen lake. That night we celebrated Randy's birthday at a French restaurant called Le Gros Deux. The food was old-fashioned French and quite good.
On our final day, the weather that Whistler is famous for (fog) came in. The snow was quite good still even though sometimes the skiing was vertiginous. We had a great time skiing the trees from the Symphony chair until it was sadly time to head home. The rain poured the whole trip home but we had dinner at Horseshoe Bay while waiting for Vancouver traffic to clear out. It was a great trip and I look forward to skiing there again.
Here are a couple of my favorite pictures: