Whatever it's called, it's a pretty stunning place with two gigantic mountains towering over the town offering 33km2 of skiing. The snowfall hasn't been too kind this year, but there was still plenty on the higher slopes. If only we knew how to ski! Anyway, we took a sightseeing tour up to the stop, and tried not to look out of place while every other person carried their winter equipment around with them.
The highlight, if that's the word, was the "Peak 2 Peak" gondola, which is the world's longest and highest cable car. Yes, for some reason we decided to dangle across 1.9 miles of sky supported only by a 56mm cable. Pete was, of course, entranced, and insisted on going back and forth as many times as he could on our day pass. I left Hannah to deal with that one - the glass-bottomed cars were particularly fun.
Chilling out at the top of the mountain was pretty great, actually. You sort of absorb all the physical activity going on around you, so by the time you come down you're ready for the apres ski, which you've thoroughly earned. Luckily our holiday apartment had a hot tub, and Ellen had arrived in Canada with a bottle of English gin in her luggage. I could get used to winter sports.
Megan, rather taken with the sporty "free upgrade" we got from the car hire place.
Hand-in-hand at Porteau Cove park on the way up the Sea-to-Sky highway.
Shannon Falls, just a bit further on.
At Whistler!
Lift pass.
Standing out amongst people who were going up a ski mountain to actually ski.
Finally arriving at the snow.
And it was flipping cold, I can tell you.
Actual skiing taking place.
Meg wraps up warm in her home knits.
Peak 2 Peak, with very little holding you up in-between.
Don't look down.
Snowball fight!
Me and Meg find our skill level.
A faintly terrifying Easter bunny was roaming around at the top.
Pete - far more impressed by the mechanical workings of the gondola than the spiritual experience of being on a snowy mountaintop. So an engineer rather than a theologian.
Apres.
