wish I was here... Whistler

Admiring those staggering mountains from the ground was one thing, but surely it was a crazy idea for us non-skiers to hazard their rocky slopes?

Visiting family in Vancouver, it became a familiar routine to scorn "At Your Own Risk" signs and scale the steep winding inclines leading to Whistler. By car, I mean. Ears popping at every sharp ascent, our suspension-less vehicle cut so close to the cliff-edge that we felt fleetingly transported to Hitchcock's North by Northwest. The most breathtaking scenery unfolded before us in brief glimpses, only to be snatched away again with every jerk of the road.

Reinvigorating is the only word to describe it. Not just nature unspoiled, but nature rejoicing. The sea appeared in inkblots of azure, the trees were a canopy of evergreen, as if God had breathed them down in a spirit of freshness.

Although 12 people jammed into the back of a station wagon isn't exactly my idea of tranquillity, a magic stillness descended on us when we embarked at a midway deserted turning. And though we never reached Whistler, they were still the best spins of my life.

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