Though I personally prefer white diamonds, my husband opts for the black diamonds and has converted me into a ski bunny with the lure of cute winter accessories (I have an obsession with winter hats!) and fun trips. It worked.
Our first taste of west coast skiing happened at Lake Tahoe last February. After that trip, we knew we’d be back at it again, but where? We decided on Whistler in Vancouver, B.C., which ended up being a bad mistake because now we’re officially s.p.o.i.l.e.d. Big time.
Some fast facts about the 2010 Winter Olympics host: 200+ trails on 8,171 acres with 37 lifts, and the longest trail is 7 miles long.
In a couple of photos…
Our first layover was in Chicago before heading to Vancouver. Really nice airport, but I’m mad at myself for passing up an opportunity to eat a deep dish pizza. In my defense, it was only 9 a.m., but still!
At right, we took the “Peak 2 Peak” gondola back over to Blackcomb Mountain. It literally connects the two mountains and runs 1,430 feet above the ground (at its highest point) and free spans for 1.88 miles long. How’s that for crazy?!
A mocha and butter and cinnamon crepes from Hot Buns Bakery makes me a happy girl.