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?