Just back from spending the weekend skiing over the border at Whistler Blackcomb. We visited briefly last year during our trip to Vancouver, so it was great to get back and see some familiar sights blanketed in snow!
We joined the ski club at work last year, so this trip was part of an organised weekend tour through the company. Instead of spending 5+ hours in the car each way, we were able to relax in a bus ... well worth the little extra we paid for the convenience! We did cause a bit of a delay at the border, as we were the only non-Americans on the bus and the border guards insisted on seeing our passports in person ... then we discovered the guard grew up in Sydney, I think he was a bit lonely and wanted a chat! We arrived at the village around 11pm and found our room.
We spent the next three days up and down the green runs on the Whistler side of the resort - Andy's knee isn't quite up to the black stuff anymore
. On Saturday I discovered how much powder was around by promptly disappearing waist-deep in a hole, much to Andy's amusement - quite disconcerting to suddenly be eye level with his knees! Couldn't haul myself out, so Andy had to drag me out ... glad he was laughing too much to grab the camera from his backpack.
We had wonderful weather all weekend - even a bit of sun on Sunday, and more snow on our last day on Monday. The bottom half of the mountain got pretty icy as the weather improved, so we stayed a little higher up where the powder was still thick on the ground - much easier to ski, and a little easier on our joints!
We headed back on Monday afternoon, a slow trip out of Whistler itself as it was snowing heavily but we were back home by about 11pm. Back to work tomorrow ... at least it's Tuesday!