It's difficult for me to describe the awesomeness of our week in Whistler with friends and family. We were incredibly fortunate to stay in a great condo, to have multiple days of bluebird skies and sunshine, lots of powder, and the opportunity to spend time with people we love.
What more is there??
If you have never been to Whistler, I command you to go. NOW!
No, really. I am not joking around. Go fill up your gas tank and get yourself there because it is that awe-inspiring of a place.
It is huge. It stretches in every direction. Mountains as far as the eye can see, and really big ones at that. And it is all available for the skiing. Or boarding, as the case may be.
The pictures here are just a small selection from our week, but they represent very well the great time we had. You will notice many grins, lots of snow and big mountains.
Whistler? It is amazing. Simply amazing.
Ann and I met in 1999, when we were both slumming it, working at an outdoor store in Colorado Springs. Now, she's 8 months pregnant with her second kid and kicking my ass on telemark skis. Damn her.
Our posse did its best to find fresh powder every day. We were relentless and we were duly rewarded by the mountain gods.
Gotta have the Barker mountain pic. Always. This is at the top of Blackcomb Glacier.
Hazel enjoyed some ski time too, this time with Eli, one year her junior. They are both in to lots of pink.
Stiles mountain love.
Powder posse!
My brother and his wife think they are models for Whistler or something.
Ho hum. Bluebird day number 3 or something. Life is tough.
Scouting out possible lines. There and there and there and there...
Waiting for the photographer. Let's go!
My pink ski bunny and I.
It's hard to think of how my family could get any more awesome.
Perma-grin.
Stiles dials it up a notch.
Hiking for some turns.
The snow will be good up here, right?
Most definitely, the snow will be good up here.
