Whistler. A place I never thought I’d go. Let me explain that – It’s not that I didn’t want to ever go to Whistler, it’s just that skiing holidays aren’t really that high on my list of places due to my dislike of the cold. But, I LOVED it!
Turns out that we had showed up in the middle of the ski and snowboard festival, which meant there were people everywhere. The village is of Whistler is right at the base off the slopes so you can walk out of the shops and onto a lift. Due to the sun being out, everyone was wearing summer clothes at the pub…we needed blankets.
(The village)
(Trying a Beavertail which is basically a giant deep fried flat doughnut covered in chocolate and sugar)
(Touching up a moose)
(The fake fireplace in our room)
(Baileys hot chocolate anyone?
After exploring the town it was time to hit the slopes…on our tubes. There was no way that I was getting on anything more complicated than a rubber tyre with all those proper skier type people up there!
(Angela didn’t love he gondola up)
(Collecting our tubes)
(Taking my tube up the little escalator)
(Look carefully – we found the perfect place for us – ‘Singles only, no groups’)
(Catching some rays)
(Waiting to start our race)
(Victory is mine )
(A little snow fight)
(Snowman!!)
(Angela is a little confused about how to actually go tubing…)
(View on the way home!)
