AWM: Day 6 - How Much Beer Could a Beerchug Chug, If a Beerchug Could Chug Beer?

The last day is always bittersweet. We've seen everything we wanted to see, we've done everything we've wanted to do. Heck, we even did somethings TWICE! We've had some awesome adventures and pushed ourselves pretty hard these last 6 days and our bodies are pooped. (Carolyn wanted me to make a note that she is still awake right now and it's 11:30pm.) So today we decided to take it a little slower...

We spent a lot of time trying to figure out how to get to the Whistler Olympic Park. Little did we realize it is not even IN Whistler... it's a 40$ cab ride OUTSIDE of Whistler! EACH WAY! NOT IMPRESSED!!! But ultimately we flew accross the country to spend a week in a place that just hosted the Olympics (and being the Olympic fanatic that I am...) how could we NOT go? So, let me explain, in case you didn't know: the Olympic Bobsled, Luge and Skeleton Track is walking distance from Whistler Village but as you can imagine, it's quite a hike. They call it "Whistler Sliding Centre". The location where they had the medal ceremonies with the big stage is smack dab in the middle of Whistler VIllage (we walked by it everyday). The park that hosted the Cross-Country, Biathlon, Ski Jumping and Nordic Combined events is the park we ventured to today: Whistler Olympic Park. It's a good 20 minute drive South of Whistler and there is no transit to and from that location. What a terrible tourist attraction from that perpective. We took the Fuel Cell Bus to Function Junction (the end of the Whistler Transit Line) and then called a cab. It may not have been worth the 80$ drive but I'm glad we went. Our cab driver Martin was from Guelph and kept us entertained. He even stopped to let Carolyn take pictures of a bear on the side of the road (TWICE!)

At the Park we got to explore some of the Cross-Country trails, the Biathlon stadium and the Ski Jump ramps. The highlight was definitely firing off 5 rounds with the biathlon rifles. They explained the sport in detail and I have to say I have a newfound appreciation for the sport. A) That rifle isn't light! B) You try holding that thing steady and shooting at a 45mm or 15mm target while gasping for air and fighting a racing heartbeat. I went first and missed my first shot but nailed the other 4. Carolyn, obviously needing to show me up and watch me run a penalty lap knocked out all 5. NOT EASY! These guys and gals fire off they 5 rounds in 30-45 seconds... we fired off 1 round every 45 seconds. We didn't even get to fire standing up - that would have been a total shitshow. I got to practice trying to hold it steady...yeah right. Really cool though - we loved it! We are damn good shots (if I do say so myself). The ski jump at the other end of the park was also awesome. Deceivingly HIGH! TV doesn't do these sports justice. Unfortunately the lift doesn't run on Wednesdays and Thursdays so we couldn't go up (but that's ok... it looked mighty high right from ground level...) I might be athletic, but I ain't no athlete and seeing these venues in person really makes you respect the athletes so much more. Sports junkie - I admit it!

I called Martin to come pick us back up... unfortunately our attempt at hitchhiking didn't work out so well. HAHA... By the time we got back to the Village it was 3pm and we still needed to shop a bit (because we really hadn't had time to up until now) and decided we wanted to downhill Wmen's Nght one more time. Took forever to get our gear and get up to the top. Different group, Matt wasn't our guide but Paula was equily as awesome! We stepped it up and started some blue runs and mixed it up a bit. I got back into my rhythm and remembered why I loved downhill so much in the first place. It's been 5 years since I've done downhill and never have I ever attacked anything like Whistler but this was the most fun I've had and the biggest rush I've experienced in a very VERY long time! I'm hooked all over again. Nothing quite like flying down a mountain, over rocks, around burms, around trees (unless it gets in your way... no comment) on 2 wheels at 60km/hr. Even got some good air a few times! WICKED!!! MooReece was well strapped in and screamed "WEeeeeeeeeee" all the day down. The nice thing about Whistler is that the run down is LONG! Alot of traffic sometimes but the ride down can be upwards of 20 minutes. SPEED DEMON!!! BRING IT ON!!!!

Beer and prizes at the GLC restaurant afterwards. The group sits together, Paula (who is also a Cross-Fit trainer) sat with us and it's an awesome social event! Carolyn won a bag on Monday and I won a pair of gloves today. I totally forgot to go for the beer chug but after seeing the 2 beer chugs that won this week, I better get practicing - I can chug, but the girls that won this week... WOW! Never seen anything quite like it! IMPRESSIVE!!! I like this sport. Race down a mountain on a bike and then drink beer... I could totally get used to Whistler life. The people that we've met seem to come here and never leave...

This place is my Disneyland! It doesn't get much better than this.

AWM - Day 5: Don't Be a Slacker! Don't Be a Jerk!

This troop is pooped! We woke up to find Snaily passed out, wasted on the bed; Moo is showing signs of wear and tear and Carolyn and I are starting to feel the effects of all this outdoorsy stuff. Her bum knee is achy, my neck and back are starting to stiffen and my hip is wonky. Not to mention we are both covered in black fly bites (mine look like regular bites, Carolyn's well... let's just say Miss "I'm allergic to EVERYTHING" is swelling up quite nicely). Poor kid, I know I'm itchy with my little bites, I can't even imagine :( BOO! Luckily we didn't have to be up and at it first thing this morning. We got to lounge around, watch some classic music videos (can anyone say "Hit Me Baby One More Time!"... Yes we did!!! And now I bet that song is stuck in your head now isn't it?)

Our last scheduled expedition was the Glacier Hike up on Whistler Mountain. We had to take the 20 min gondola ride back up to the Peak-2-Peak where we would suit up to start our hike. It's July 26th and we got to go play in the snow!!! WOOHOO!!! We were the only 2 in our lesson/tour so it was great! I think we've worn at least 1 helmet everyday since we've been here. I think my chin has got a permanent groove in it from the chin straps! We've only signed our lives away...6 or 7 times so far? The joys of tackling sports that could potentially send you tumbling to your doom. For the Glacier Hike they even gave us each an ice ax. :) The ice ax is my new best friend! It saved Moo and I a few times climbing that giant block of ice. I even got to practice "safe arrest" which allowed me to run and slide down the snow/ice, flip over and jab the ax into the snow to stop me from killing myself. Good to know :) Carolyn didn't want to try that one... haha. We are all connected to each other with a rope which forces everyone to climb at the same pace and not leave anyone behind if they get into trouble. It's tough because if there is too much slack, you trip over the rope and if it's taught then it pulls on you. The climb up is slow and steady and deceivingly steep. You're always just looking for your next step so you don't realize how steep the climb really is (until you come back down...). At the top of the glacier there is a road that leads to the summit of Whistler where the famous Inukshuk from the 2010 Olympics is located. We had time to climb up and check it out. Unfortunately the fog was so thick up there, there wasn't much to see from the summit, but still cool to be so far up like that.

The hike down the glacier was MUCH MUCH sketchier than the climb up. Now you have no choice but to look down. And from that angle... you DO see how STEEP it is. OY!!! I'm not going to lie, I may have freaked internally just a little. Although with the ice pick by my side I felt perfectly in control. Glacier hiking is also a great means to take out your anger. It requires alot of kicking, stomping and stabbing with the ax. It was very therapeutic. Nature didn't get the best of us and we made it back down safely and I'm wickedly proud and impressed with what we did. It was a 3 hour hike and well worth every second. Next time: scrambling and Va Ferata! (Google it)

We had to purchase a 2nd Peak-2-Peak gondola lift ticket to get us up the mountain for the hike so we decided to ride it again with the glass bottom gondola. The wait was much shorter this time, What a dissapointment. All the glass bottomm gondola is, is a small window in the middle of the gondola floor (surrounded by a protective fence). Woopty-do! Glad we didn't wait an hour for that! We stopped on Blackcomb for some hot drinks because we were both freezing after the hike and then rode down Blackcomb on the ski lift. On the ride down we came accross a man mowning the lawn randomly on the mountain... a riding mower but still... why would they mow the lawn on the mountain? MYSTERY... We also got to see a ski jump practicing pool. COOL!

After quite a bit of debating, Carolyn decided to join me at Scandinave Spa. Our bodies will thank us. She doesn't like the idea of the peace and quiet. I'm the chatterbug - you would think I would hate the silence part... NOPE! I think Scandinave is the happiest place on earth! It's beautiful and I totally fell asleep in a hammock. Spent 3 hours there and then had an amazing meal at a restaurant in the Village. Earls. Fantastic food, delicious shots and fabulous service. A+. An excellent way to end another excellent day.

Scandinave is a little ways away from the Village, probably a good 25-30 minute walk (if you know where you are going) and so we took the super awesome fuel cell bus! Definitely a highlight of the trip - the bus looks like a regular bus only it is virtually silent, no gross bus smell (you know that exhaust smell I'm talking about) and very little vibration (which makes this girl very happy considering my tendency to be prone to nausea in such vehicles). Obviously Whistler benefited from all these cool upgrades when the Olympics came to town but the future is at hand and Whistler is very very Green and environmentally conscious and I can honestly say, if they can do it here, we can do it anywhere. Everything here is so clean, the air is some of the best air I've ever experienced.

Carolyn is already down for the count. Moo and Snaily and snoring away and I'm about ready to fall into a blissful coma. 1 more day of this awesome adventure that has been our holiday. Reality is going to suck when it sinks in 2 days from now...

AWM - Day 4: OH SHIT! It's the Conga Line of Awesomeness!

We are on a roll! It's almost like everything we touch turns to pure AWESOME! We've been here 3 full days and the weather has been perfect - the nicest 3 days Whistler has seen all year. After a long day of walking yesterday, today was our day with the 2-wheeled vehicles. We packed ourselves some goodies for a picnic, grabbed the boys, lots of water and headed off in search of some singletrack bike action.

We rented some bikes from a friend of a friend of Carolyn's who let us rent them on the house. WICKED! We then made our way (after I got us semi-lost) back towards Lost Lake where all the singletrack X-country trails are. Our first tackle? TIN PANTS! (If you want more information on that one, you'll have to ask Carolyn, she read the info sign... I was too busy thinking about how SORE my rear end was going to be after the day was through). Tin Pants was long but fun, criss-crossing with many other trails and taking us up, down and all around, in every direction imaginable. Tough climbs and wicked switchbacks, great lookouts and sweets speeds down. The only thing getting us through most of the endless climbs? What goes UP, must come DOWN! HURRAY! Not gonna lie, we made ALOT of pit stops (not for lack of fitness, for lack of padding...) but we covered alot of ground. We stopped for lunch at Lost Lake and carried on onto Molly Hogan, Tommy Moore, Hooktender (with crazy sandy switchbacks), Siwash and Green Lake Lookout (the climb was retarted but the view was more than worth it!)

We made our way to Meadow Park to fill up our water bottles and found an Outdoor Fitness Park. This is by far the coolest park I have seen since Parc de la Vilette in Paris. It had 5 park-style gym machines, complete with "proper use instructions". Get'em started young! Only the pictures really do it justice... 4.5 hours after our expedition began we decided to call it in, knowing we were scheduled for some downhill action at 6pm and we would not be able to sit for the next week if we kept going.

Short break in hotel hot tub...

Women's Night at the bike park every Monday and Wednesday. Very grateful to Carolyn's friend of a friend for the tip. We got our gear, a bike, a lift pass, a riding lesson/guide, a beer and Carolyn won a prize! We also met 3 awesome girls who made up our group of Hardcore Ass Kickers (team chant: OH SHIIIT!) ready to take on this giant mountain! NO FEAR!!! Ok... well just a little fear, but we had a "sick" coach from England who used such expressions as "fetch my bike" and "I believe in you". His name was Matt and he became the 6th member of our unofficial international family (Sudburians, Irish, South African, British... can't you see the resemblance?) Downhill is an entirely different form of biking and although the technique you use can be transfered to other forms of biking (i.e. x-country) learning to downhill is a entirely different from stardard biking practices. After practicing in the skills area for a while, Matt lead us down the hill. CRRAAAAAZZZYYYYY SHIT!!!!!!! Hold on to your helmets, we're goin' for a ride! One would think if you are just going downhill, it's not much work - just coast down... NOT SO MUCH... In fact, you have to use all of your muscles (including some you never knew you needed for biking) in order to survive this sport. Carolyn and I were in PAIN but adrenaline kicks in, takes over and it is one hell of a ride down :) And as Matt says: "the better you get at this sport, the more fun you have..."

We worked hard to earn our beers and I enjoyed every last drop of mine (and most of Carolyn's as well)... we got to know our little family a little better and aside from the brish change in temperature, it was an awesome night! We might just do it again...

On a different note... I have to ask. If you are the only person standing in a line, is there really a line?

AWM - Day 3: Who Needs A Man When You Can Sleep With The Take-Out Menu?

Today it was Carolyn's turn to be the virgin! Whitewater rafting was the first item of the day. I'm a paddler so I was gung-ho and ready to go, I knew what was coming our way and I couldn't wait. MooReece and Snaily had to stay back for this one - our wetsuits didn't come with pockets. I have to admit, by the time I danced my way into that neoprene body armour, I felt like an X-Men! Nothing screams OU LA LA like an airtight rubber suit! And OF COURSE our tour guides were... in a word...HOT! In fact, Whistler is swarming with incredibly good looking, ripped men, who, in our opinion should never wear shirts. EVER! Especially our "in case you fall out of the raft, I will come and rescue you" englishman (lets just say, the thought of "going for a swim" did cross our minds... he could come rescue us ANYTIME!) Did I mention the accents? There are more Irish, British and Aussie accents here than I can shake a stick at. Mmmmmmm... ok... carrying on... Rafting was a blast! Water was ice cold and crystal clear - the water has a green tint to it - looks really cool! We could have rafted all day - but of course it ended so quickly we wanted to just go back and ride them all over again. The nice thing about these rapids is that they really don't stop. Once you start, you're riding the rapids for a good 30 min nonstop. SO MUCH FUN! I think Carolyn is hooked :) Our boat cheer? GIVE 'ER!

We seem to have brought the nice weather with us. Apparently the weather in Whistler has been the pits all Spring/Summer. Amy, Carolyn and the boys show up (from 50C Toronto) and it's been perfect weather since. Today was the hottest day they've had all year - hit 27C and the Sun was out all day. A perfect day to explore! We hit up a farmers market in Blackcomb (I haven't been to one since Europe) then started down a trail towards Lost Lake. Lost Lake is apparently not Lost because once we got there the beach/park was packed with people enjoying the day. Strange how most of the people are standing in the water but without going any deeper than they thighs... or at least I thought it was strange until we decided to go for a quick dip. HOLY MOSES was that water COLD! Carolyn turned around but I refused to give in. Once you're in it's alright... I figure about 62-65F but swimmable if you keep moving. So cool to be swimming and enjoying the Sun while looking up at the mountains and seeing the snow covered tips.

We enjoyed some live entertainment over dinner at an Irish Pub. Even Carolyn had a pint (although it was raspberry beer... I draw the line there folks... I love beer, I will try almost any beer... but beer should not be flavoured like raspberries. It's just wrong on so many levels). Unlike the many other singers we've come across on our journey thus far, this guy was really good. We even got to be honorary Irish Girls for an hour :) It was an excellent evening, except for the creepy man standing in my direct line of sight who stood with his arms crossed at the top of the stairs overlooking the square for well over 20 minutes just staring... he was so still that for a while I actually thought he was a statue. Obviously we also run into him on our way out of the pub and it freaks us out that much more. And the cure for freaked-out-ness? YEP - ICE CREAM!!!

It took us a good 30 min stroll through the Village to find ice cream. Nor did it come cheap. But it was well worth it. I enjoyed some Chunky Monkey and Carolyn broke out into hives! She's fine... all that effort to find and secure ourselves some ice cream and we get rewarded with hives! Where is the justice? Of course I can say what I want because every night as I wrack my brain trying to type this up (because Miss "I'm going to Medschool" got the brains and I got the gift of the gab...) my friend is snorring like a chainsaw in the bed next 2 feet over. Again I reiterate, where is the justice?

AWM - Day 2: Coastal Rainforest Trees Are Smart and So Are We!

Coastal Rainforest Trees Are Smart and So Are We!

Time travel and I don't get along so well apparently. I woke up at 8:45am this morning, started into a panic (because we wanted to be up at 8 to get ready for ziplining) only to realize that it was 8:45am Sudbury time, and only 5:45am Whistler time. I'm happy to announce that was the worst part of my day.

Adventure #1 was ziplining. Carolyn is an experienced zipliner, and I... a virgin. Nevertheless, with MooReece safely tucked (where he would not fall out) and Snaily zipped into Carolyn's pocket we got all harnessed up and started the ascent. Our tour guides, Darragh (from Ireland) and Bradley (from Alliston ON - SMALLWORD notice: Bradley used to be babysatt by one of Carolyn's good friends) were excellent and coming from someone who was deathly afraid of heights once upon a time, this ziplining business is amazing! Yes, I'm an adrenaline junkie, no surprise there, but climbing off that ledge with nothing but a giant wedge between you and certain death is enough to disconcert anyone. 5 ziplines, the 4th being one of the longest and fastest in North America and the last one giving us the opportunity to zip upside down, my introduction to ziplining has got me hooked! I think MooReece would agree. What a rush!

The Sun was out and so after a quick lunch we decided it was a great chance to take the gondola up Whistler Mountain and then the Peak-2-Peak towards Blackcomb. Apparenlty we weren't the only ones who enjoyed our lunch because while meandering our way through the crowds, a man walking with his lady let one rip. Would not have been such a big deal had he not *gasped* and then turn to look at us and say "oops, sorry!" Before I knew it Carolyn was gone like a bat outta Hell! Recovering from my shock, I take off after her and here the man chuckle... by the time I catch Carolyn, she can barely breathe from having tried to contain her laughter. Thankfully he wasn't in our gondola... the ride up was stuffy and nauseating - 20 minutes of torture but well worth it. At the top, everywhere you turn is a postcard! Nothing but breathtaking WOWs and photo ops for us and the boys. Because of the late snow the hiking trails are still closed up on the mountain but there is still alot to explore and snow to play in :) The Peak-2-Peak was mindblowing. Nothing but 4 towers suspending the cables that run the gondolas from Whistler to Blackcomb. Much smoother, the enormous gondolas allow for a beautiful ride between the peaks. We could have ridden that thing all day. Too cool! On Blackcomb I treated myself to my first Gelato since France and it was Caramel Machiatto!!! Yes, my favourite Starbucks treat comes in a gelato flavour - HEAVEN! I'm on vacation - don't judge me! The italian ice cream also made the 20 minute trip back down the mountain much more bearable.

Crankworx is in town. It's a huge mountain/stunt bike festival. Whistler is packed with people and bikes right now. The base of the mountain is set up with an impressive course and we got to catch some international riders compete for Gold. Those guys are nuts! Some nasty crashes unfortunately, but overall a fun thing to watch. A 15 year old was sitting in second place when we headed back to get ready for dinner.

This place is amazing. Our ziplining guide was doing his Coop placement for Ziptrek... wow does that suck! HA! I mean, how much better does it get? I can see why people move here for a short while to work in the tourism industry. I couldn't live here forever, but I could definitely see myself working suffering through the hardships of having to work in such an environment for 6months-1 year.

As for the title of this blog... Whistler is situated in the Coastal Rainforest and some of the trees here are actually self-pruning trees. If you find a tree riddled with holes that look like Woody the Woodpecker was building an apartment block, those holes are from the branches that have been pushed out by the tree. These trees are so tall that the lower branches "prune" themselves in order to conserve energy to grow taller and get more sunlight. The density of this forest is incredible. I understand now why British Columbians are so very 'tree-hugger-y'. If I lived here, I would hug a tree too!

Adventures with MooReece (and Snaily) - It's not the destination that matters, it's the journey!

1 road trip, 1 plane trip, 1 bus trip, 36 hours and 3 time zones later, MooReece, Snaily, Carolyn and I finally made it to Adara Hotel Whistler, our home base for the next 6 days and change. It is now 11:42 pm Sudbury time and I am running on roughly 3 hours of sleep (if it can even be called sleep...) but it's not even 8pm here. I love time travel! Of course we've caught our 5th wind by now but we are both exhausted and our brains are slowly starting to show signs of fatigue (no the shower isn't broken Carolyn, we PULL the knob to turn the shower! haha). It won't be a late night but that's ok - it's been a long 2 days and we've met some interesting friends along the way already.

The entire trip from the hotel (via shuttle) to Gate C38 in Terminal 3 of Pearson International took us all of 25 minutes (max) - that include the ride, checking in, going through security and finding ourselves a spot to sit and wate at our gate. I've been lucky with airports in the past, but nothing like this - takes longer for me to drive to work in the morning. An enthusiastic WOOHOO for the start of our trip. Our shuttle chauffeur was not having as good a morning as we were though, she had no qualms about yelling at her dispatcher while driving a van load of passengers to their destinations. That awkward "ouuu she's some pissed!" glance was exchanged between us passengers but nobody dared emit a peep for fear of her unleashing her wrath on us and possibly dropping us on at the WRONG terminal.

Once seated at our gate, we had over an hour to kill because we never expected to get in so quickly and easily. Of course I scoped out the nearest Starbucks and got my usual 3xshot Machiatto and Carolyn and I enjoyed the musical stylings of a man sitting across from us who was singing (audibly) to the music he was listening to in his earphones. Being the kind souls that we are we tried to ignore, but even we can only handle so much before cracking up. Of course me and my big mouth "let's hope he's not seat 19D" comment undoubtedly changed the hands of fate because karma likes to play jokes on me and when we finally board the plane, Carolyn looks back at me with a stunned expression and says "Oh my GOD, he IS sitting with US!!!!" and sure enough, Mr. Singing to the songs only he can hear is plopped in 19D. We could NOT believe it. What are the odds? On a plane that sits 180-200 people... WHAT ARE THE ODDS? And for those of you wondering, no he didn't sing all the way to Vancouver (thankfully).
Yep... that's him!!! We wanted to be sure to get a picture with the boys!

We landed in Vancouver just before 10:30am Pacific and had some time to kill again before our shuttle at 1pm. It went by fairly quickly by the time we got our luggage, looked for food (of course I was famished) and found our shuttle pick up. Turns out Fridays are filled with entertainment at the Vancouver airport. Included in that entertainment is live music as well as adults walking around in furry animal costumes. Yes, you read that correctly, Carolyn spotted a giant Beaver and a Moose (or was he a Cariboo?) and before I knew it she had Snaily and Moo and ran off for a photo opp! FURRY FRIENDS UNITE!!! They were great - when we asked their lady rep what they represented and why they were dressed up...her answer was "why not?" I have to agree, if it makes people laugh and smile like it did for us then all the more power to them :)

The shuttle ride was LONG! Stop and go, stop and go and very jerky through the city for over an hour before getting on the highway to drive up to Whistler. The highway is something else - I would LOVE to drive it one day - I could have alot of fun on these roads ;) It's scenic beyond all imagination and had it been sunny, I'm sure it would have been even more stunning. It's only 111km from Vancouver to Whistler but because of the curvy nature of the highway, it takes quite some time to get there (especially on a bus). It took nearly 3 hours :(


FInally settled in, just about ready for bed. It's a good 30 degrees cooler here than it is back in Ontario. It's cool for Summer but it's a nice temperature to be doing outdoorsy things like we have on our agenda. There isn't much sun in the forecast but we will no doubt make the best of our time here. I've already walked the Village and made mental notes of the hot spots to return to when I have time. This place is breathtaking and full of life. I can't wait to get started.

Adventures with MooReece vol. 2 - Just What the Doctor (to be) Ordered

New adventures require a new blog (n'est-ce-pas?) Yes, we still remember some of the français we perfected during our Séjour in Europe last summer. This summer however, has not been quite as exciting. The longest 8 months of life (i.e. Teacher's College - if you've been, you know what I mean) came to an end Easter weekend and the interim has been spent working 2 jobs, catching up with friends, enjoying the lakehouse and trying to figure out where to go from here. Still don't have that one figured out yet... so then my friend (who, for the sake of this blog shall be referred to as 'R Friend') buzzes me one night and says 'I feel like going to Whistler'. And thus it began.

Sometimes the best trips are those booked in the spirit of the moment. One thing I learned from my travels in the EU is that planning is overrated - just go with it! With that in mind, R Friend and I plopped ourselves on her very comfy couch (good thing because we would be there for the next 3 hours) and started looking for flights and hotels. GOOD TIMES!!! One thing I know for sure is that I never want to be a travel agent. Nevertheless we successfully booked our flights and stay and after the happy dance ceased we slept like rocks! Fast forward 3-4weeks and MooReece, Snaily (you will meet him shortly), R Friend and I are now 2 days away from leaving this hole in the ground to go play in the mountains :)

On the agenda thus far: whitewater rafting, ziplining, gondola-ing, glacier hiking, mountain biking, mountain hiking, exploring, Olympic villag-ing, spa-ing and anything else we can cram into 6 days. We have come to the realization that anything ending in 'ing' has to be AWESOME and we want a piece of that action! I have never been to Whistler (or the West Coast) so to say I am a little jacked is an understatement. I am vibrating with excitement - not to mention I really need a VACA out of the city for a while. Moo and I are travelers, you can't keep us cooped up in one place too long or we start to go wonky. This trip is exactly what the doctor ordered (and considering in 4 short years R Friend will be a doctor, I guess the saying is quite fitting).

Time to pack. Oh how I loathe packing. I still have so much to do before leaving, including releasing PUMP 78. Going to be a busy few days...