A few days before Christmas, Jon was told at work that he would have New Year's Day through the weekend off. It's very seldom we have the gift of having more than one day in a row off together, as I work on Sundays. We decided we should take advantage of the time and head away for a few days. Jon LOVES to ski and his face lit up immediately after we both uttered the word, Whistler!
So we reserved a tiny hotel-like room that had a kitchenette for two nights within walking distance of the mountains, and on New Year's Day set out for our adventure. We had an awesome, relaxing trip north to British Columbia, grabbing Starbucks, having lunch in Bellingham at a cute little cafe, stopping to do some quick exploring in Vancouver, finding a pub in the tiny mountain town of Squamish with the most amazing yam fries ever, and enjoy the absolutely gorgeous scenery of mountains and water as we drove along the Vancouver coast up the mountain. We spent the first night at Whistler settling in, wandering the bustling village full of restaurants and shops, and then enjoying some chili and wine we had brought along back in our room.
On Saturday morning we hit the slopes together. It is a BIG mountain, in fact, there are two mountains there. Even the green hills were challenging and it was a new experience for me to ride in the gondolas. In the afternoon, I took a lesson and Jon got a chance to actually ski rather than stand on the mountain and wait for me. My Swedish instructor, Jacob, said, "Good workings!" a lot and when we skied again on Saturday morning before heading home, Jon said it really looked like the lesson had helped. I'm SLOWLY getting to be a better skier, although my confidence is still lacking. Other than getting plowed over by a stupid snowboarder on Friday morning and rolling down the hill in tears leaving my equipment in my dust, I did pretty great!
Here I am waiting for lunch at an Irish pub shortly after my accident with the snowboarder. I was not too happy! Can you tell?
On Friday night, we sat in the outdoor hot tub and then had a wonderful dinner at an Italian restaurant just across the street.
Our drive home on Saturday afternoon after another morning of skiing, was slightly less perfect. Faced with an hour wait at customs and horrible road conditions due to heavy snow, our 4 hour trip took almost 7. It was a wonderful trip overall, and Jon remarked that Whistler has certainly earned its distinction as the largest ski resort in North America. At least now I know...IT'S ALL DOWN HILL FROM HERE!
So we reserved a tiny hotel-like room that had a kitchenette for two nights within walking distance of the mountains, and on New Year's Day set out for our adventure. We had an awesome, relaxing trip north to British Columbia, grabbing Starbucks, having lunch in Bellingham at a cute little cafe, stopping to do some quick exploring in Vancouver, finding a pub in the tiny mountain town of Squamish with the most amazing yam fries ever, and enjoy the absolutely gorgeous scenery of mountains and water as we drove along the Vancouver coast up the mountain. We spent the first night at Whistler settling in, wandering the bustling village full of restaurants and shops, and then enjoying some chili and wine we had brought along back in our room.
On Saturday morning we hit the slopes together. It is a BIG mountain, in fact, there are two mountains there. Even the green hills were challenging and it was a new experience for me to ride in the gondolas. In the afternoon, I took a lesson and Jon got a chance to actually ski rather than stand on the mountain and wait for me. My Swedish instructor, Jacob, said, "Good workings!" a lot and when we skied again on Saturday morning before heading home, Jon said it really looked like the lesson had helped. I'm SLOWLY getting to be a better skier, although my confidence is still lacking. Other than getting plowed over by a stupid snowboarder on Friday morning and rolling down the hill in tears leaving my equipment in my dust, I did pretty great!
Here I am waiting for lunch at an Irish pub shortly after my accident with the snowboarder. I was not too happy! Can you tell?On Friday night, we sat in the outdoor hot tub and then had a wonderful dinner at an Italian restaurant just across the street.
Our drive home on Saturday afternoon after another morning of skiing, was slightly less perfect. Faced with an hour wait at customs and horrible road conditions due to heavy snow, our 4 hour trip took almost 7. It was a wonderful trip overall, and Jon remarked that Whistler has certainly earned its distinction as the largest ski resort in North America. At least now I know...IT'S ALL DOWN HILL FROM HERE!
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