Short report on Whistler
Skied six days straight, pretty much lift opening to lift closing, skipped
lunch last two days.
This isn't Mad River: zero base or edge damage.
This is Mad River: Jumpin' Jimmy broke a ski and a pole, I twisted/strained
my back and couldn't walk upright for three days. But we skied on...
This isn't Mad River: Whistler Village reminds me of Disneyland with
reebs. It was the tail end of the "World Ski and Snowboard Festival:" live
bands, lots of skin, lots of drinking, partying, and carrying on.
This isn't Vermont: After skiing the Blackomb Glacier for the frist
time on our last day, we went back and did it again as last run of the
season. I couldn't go back to Stowe right now even if it was open, let
alone hike it. Ditto Killington. T'would be a Supreme Anticlimax.
This is Vermont: we skied every possible snow and weather condition
seen during the entire Vermont season, save the mid-janaury sub-zero brutal
cold condition -- including one very short piece of optional side trail
way at the bottom marked as having "marginal conditions" because it had
a couple of bare spots and a rock or two. Sometimes all in one run. Rain,
corn, rock-hard-frozen, powder, fog, sun, ...
This isn't Vermont: Day one, skied Blackcomb top to bottom twice, ran
over to Whistler, skied it top to bottom twice, maybe three times. Four,
maybe five runs, 20-25 thousand vertical. Then changed to t-shirts and
had dinner and reeb al fresco. This place rocks.
Settled snow base at mid-mountain when we left: 154".