Back in June, Wife and I headed up to Canada for some much-needed R&R. This is a post we finally decided to finish so it might be a little off seeing as the trip was 6 months ago and don’t remember everything exactly as it happened. Enjoy!

Wife woke up very excited for the day because we finally had a chance to go up the mountain. The trails were unfortunately closed due to snow but the Peak to Peak gondola opened that day. She eagerly got ready even though we had to take care of our bus tickets.

Since our flights to Vancouver had been rearranged, we missed our Greyhound bus ride up which meant that we did not pick up our tickets. Whistler Village did have a Greyhound ticket office but all the attendant could do was issue us new tickets and tell us to ask for a refund when we arrived in Vancouver. Well I tried calling the Greyhound customer service and after explaining our situation the rep hung up on me. So Wife called again and this time the new rep talked and listened to her (stupid woman’s touch). So the new rep suggested we buy new tickets and call back for a refund. We bought two tickets to Vancouver and called back and the new rep gave us a full refund on our non-refundable tickets (this time, because of a woman’s touch!).

Our next stop, Whistler Mountain Peak. We bought our tickets and then waited for the lift to open. We sat and watched the mountain bikers ride as we contemplated if we wore too much clothing or too little. At the base of the mountain we were sweating but we knew at the top of the mountain it would be cooler.

With enough time in the hot sun, we climbed into our own personal gondola and watched the mountain go by during the over 20 minute ride. Once at the top we were happy for our jackets. Snow still covered most of the ground with small pockets of wet mud. We wandered around Whistler Mountain and took in some of the sights before heading into the lodge for some hot chocolate and some snacks. Before riding the Peak to Peak we had to take a picture in front of a stone statue that we believe was a welcoming god of some sort.

After the stone god blessed us, we entered into our gondola and began Peak to Peak. The ride is just over 2.7 miles with almost 2 miles unsupported. The views were spectacular and after a minutes of sitting down we sheepishly stood up to take them in. You can see for miles and feel the wind push the gondola around. Even with Wife’s clamy feet and palms caused by a fear of falling, we enjoyed every minute of it.

On the other mountain, Blackcomb, Wife and I sat and enjoyed lunch while people watching. I must admit, even in Canada you find people who look like they are from the deep parts of Lakeside and Santee. Blackcomb did not offer much more but the views were still beautiful. We took the ride back across the gulch and rode back down the mountain.

We took a break from all the fun and excitement and then went back downtown and after a few dinner choices finally settled on a restaurant that was not too loud or too much like fast food and enjoyed our last night in Whistler.