I made my first trip to Canada earlier this month, all for the eternal search for powder. The White Russian and I were prepared to be slightly disappointed, after initial dumps of snow at Whistler Blackcomb earlier in the season hadn’t continued to the weeks immediately before our departure. However it was a stroke of luck that the weather forecast changed as soon as we arrived and we saw 5 consecutive days of snow.
With loads of fresh powder, the skiing was fantastic. There ended up being 10 of us in our group, with some travelling from the UK to join us for some snow action. We were constantly on the hunt for powder stashes, which we managed to find off piste and particularly some of the steeper black runs.
The visibility was fairly poor most of the time due to the layers of cloud that seemed to constantly sit at mid-mountain level, and then there were the snow flurries as well. Sometimes you could barely see more than 10 metres ahead, resulting in some hairy near-collision moments.
We decided before we arrived that one of our snow days would be a onesie day. I came prepared with a suitcase of onesies for everyone. Needless to say, we drew a lot of admiration (or was it just curiosity?) on the slopes that day!
Being my first time in Canada, I was eager to try the poutine, Canada’s (un)official national dish of chips, cheese curds and gravy. We even found a version with pulled pork! Absolutely delicious. Some of the other delicacies we found on the slopes included a Mexican bulldog, which consisted of a frozen margarita with an upturned Corona.
All in all, Whistler Blackcomb was a fantastic mountain, with some really long piste runs, lots of light and fluffy powder, some challenging steep terrain, fairly fast moving lift queues, delicious selection of food at the restaurants, and lots of friendly faces and smiles (a lot of them Australian!). It would probably be some of the best skiing I’ve experienced.
On the way home, we spent one night in Vancouver, wandering around Gastown, Chinatown, and the shopping along Granville Street. Thankfully I had lots of room in my luggage after clearing out all those onesies! We also had brunch at the Granville Island Public Market, where one could easily find themselves spending hours ogling at all the charcuterie, cheeses, cakes, seafood and fresh meat. We got a tasty selection of cheeses (ossau iraty, comte, epoisses, goats cheese), some wild boar proscuitto and duck proscuitto, and a flavoursome duck and fig pate.
As we were leaving, we were already discussing next year’s overseas ski trip! It’s always good to have the next trip to get excited about.
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REBLOGGGGGG – so jealous you tried poutine. Lucky ducky! x
The pictures were AMAZING!
Thanks Ebenezer! I was lucky they turned out OK considering that they were all taken with an iPhone!