I’m sure many of you have asked yourselves, “What’s it like, where she lives, that Heather?” Though why you are asking it in a backwards, Yoda-type way, I do not know. Well, I can answer that with one word:
A few days ago, a friend and I made our annual trip to Whistler, BC, which is only a couple of hours from us. This year we took the gondola and the chair lift to the very summit of Whistler Mountain. What incredible views!
Here’s one that gives you an idea of how high above Whistler Village we were:
The Black Tusk in the distance.
If you look in the background of each of these pictures you see mountains disappearing into the distance as far as you can see. It was a beautiful day, sunny and warm, even though we were up so high. At the summit of Whistler Mountain we were 7,160 ft / 2,182 meters above sea level.
We took the Peak-to-Peak Gondola from Whistler to Blackcomb (and back again) which is the world’s longest unsupported span at 1.88 miles or 3.024 kilometres. What a way to see the valley below, dangling in a glass box! Well, not completely glass, but lots of windows to see all around.
We did a little hike, too, and on the way met a friend.
This is a hoary marmot. Whistler is named after the whistling call that they give. If you look closely, you can see some marks on the bottom of the rock, just to the right of him. He was licking the rock! I don’t know why, but assume that he was getting some kind of mineral from it.
We then had dinner and some ice cream in Whistler Village, which is a truly cosmopolitan place, before heading back home.
All-in-all, a great day. I am blessed to live surrounded by such natural beauty.