Coffee. Dog Park. Truck Packed. Whistler bound.
The drive was so visually stimulating that I could barely keep the conversation going. Which says a lot. ‘Cause I’m a chatty Cathy. The layers of mountains disappeared amongst the clouds in varying shades of cool blues and greys. The water calmly resting in the bay on my left, and rushing down the steep slopes of the mountain on my right. The water was, in that moment, an enigma, in the same way I always am: rushing and resting - simultaneously.
Since we got to town pretty late in the day, we opted to “Après” - aka drink and snack in the village of Whistler - typically done after spending a day on the slopes, but hey! all the other kids were doing it…