I love Whistler. I've been coming here since I was about 14 and have so many great memories of this place: skiing holidays with family, hiking and walking along mountain trails, seeing bears, riding the gondola and chairlifts (sometimes at 20 below zero, freezing my but off; other times at 30 degrees Celsius, with views to die for), drinking hot coffee or soup at an outdoor cafe in the Village, sitting around a fire after a long day on the slopes, walking around the golf course (not actually golfing, which I hate!) So many fun times. Relaxing times. Invigorated by the mountain air, the purity of Nature, and the resort atmosphere of this quaint place just 1 1/2 hours north of Vancouver. I know I'm not the only one who feels this way about Whistler. Tony's daughter spent 2 years here; now his son, Timothy has been here 2 years, working and enjoying the lifestyle that Whistler is famous for. I've heard that during ski season about 1/3 of the staff are Australians. As you wander around the Village, it becomes quite evident that people from all parts of the world come here to see what all the fuss is about. And of course with the Winter Olympics just finished, Whistler, no doubt, will attract many more curious travelers. I for one, will be back!
Yesterday, as Tony walked 20 metres down the road to dispose of our garbage in the bear proof shed, he suddenly saw something move out of the corner of his eye and as he turned to look, he came eye to eye with a black bear! The bear was within a few feet, but there was no fear on either side. Both knew instinctively that there was no threat. Tony came back to the cabin and was so excited. All he wanted was his camera and to tell me "There's a bear out there!" Of course, by the time we returned, the bear was moving on. It seems there are a lot more bears lower down on the mountain slopes this spring because there's still snow covering their usual feeding areas. So, maybe, we'll be lucky enough to see some more of these woolly creatures.
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