Over the holiday weekend I spent two days at Whistler skiing with my good friend Kaska, who lives in Vancouver. It was an amazing trip of 35,000 vertical feet of downhill skiing and I can see what all the fuss is about. Even though the conditions weren’t perfect, I had an amazing time. Kaska is a snowboarder and actually prefers Blackcomb, so we spent a good bit of the time there. We skied the whole first day and never left Blackcomb until the very end and never repeated a run; that’s how enormous the mountain(s) are. The second day we cut a bit short because it was -14 degrees Celsius. That’s cold. There was also, of course, amazing French fries and caramel nut ales and a run along the sea wall because this is Vancouver and I’ve come to expect that. We stayed one night in Squamish to avoid too much driving and traffic snd the hotel we picked came with a water slide which Kaska barreled right down and so of course I had to follow. We shared a gondola with an older couple Who told us about a style of income generating timeshare (I know, it sort of sounds like a scam) up at Whistler which was…intriguing. I love the Bay Area snd don’t want to live in Canada but visiting whenever I want sounds pretty great. It was great to get back on the skis snd I’m proud to say I hadn’t lost a step.