My trip to Whistler this weekend was a blast. Once again, the luck of the Spartan Ski Club pulled through and we got about 23 cms of freshies the day we showed up. Also, in one of the best "right place right time" moments of my life, we hopped on board the first few chairs of the Glacier Express and were 5 of the first 10 people to ski down the Blackhomb Glacier Bowl.
Reluctantly, I rode the new Peak to Peak gondola 45 mins after it opened on Friday. In one of the more memorable "bad place bad time" moments of my life, the gondola came to a halt for the first time ever just as we were suspended thousands of feet in the air over the Whistler valley. I spent the majority of the delay compulsively scraping off all of the snow attached to my skis trying not to look out the window.
I had a bad feeling about the Whistler gondolas the entire time I was there. They were old looking, they stopped often, and they were waaayyyy longer than any other gondolas I've been on.
Today, it seems, my senses were validated.
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