All trips do not turn out as planned. I was so looking forward to our 4-day family ski vacation to Whistler for Spring Break. Unfortunately, I soon learned that I would have to cut the trip short to head to Banff. How I came to visit two famed Canadian ski destinations in the same week is a total fluke and involves a big favour to friends currently sailing the French West Indies. I also wasn’t planning on coming down with the flu or getting pink eye… in both eyes! Everyone knows I love pink, but this was pushing it. Rain and heavy fog in Whistler created miserable conditions. Despite head to toe Gor-tex I was soaking wet and wind burnt my face as literally the only person on the mountain not wearing goggles. I also wasn’t wearing a helmet and had one of those falls where my head hit the ground before I even knew what was happening and pulled all the muscles down the right side of my neck. If only a little luck o’ the Irish had rubbed off on me at the St. Patrick’s Day party we attended maybe I wouldn’t have also lost my voice to top the weekend. Despite everything I still had a smile on my face by time I had to leave and was ready to do it all over again. But, to hell with Whistler… I’m going to Banff.
March 19, 2007
Great expectations
All trips do not turn out as planned. I was so looking forward to our 4-day family ski vacation to Whistler for Spring Break. Unfortunately, I soon learned that I would have to cut the trip short to head to Banff. How I came to visit two famed Canadian ski destinations in the same week is a total fluke and involves a big favour to friends currently sailing the French West Indies. I also wasn’t planning on coming down with the flu or getting pink eye… in both eyes! Everyone knows I love pink, but this was pushing it. Rain and heavy fog in Whistler created miserable conditions. Despite head to toe Gor-tex I was soaking wet and wind burnt my face as literally the only person on the mountain not wearing goggles. I also wasn’t wearing a helmet and had one of those falls where my head hit the ground before I even knew what was happening and pulled all the muscles down the right side of my neck. If only a little luck o’ the Irish had rubbed off on me at the St. Patrick’s Day party we attended maybe I wouldn’t have also lost my voice to top the weekend. Despite everything I still had a smile on my face by time I had to leave and was ready to do it all over again. But, to hell with Whistler… I’m going to Banff.
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