Whistler

As a Christmas gift for Phil, I planned a trip to Whistler, mainly because neither of us had ever been there and we both enjoy skiing / snowboarding at least occassionally. We drove up in early January (it's about five hours from Seattle), arriving late one Friday night. It is COLD there. Mind-numbingly cold. It's the first thing I noticed.

We spent Saturday snowboarding (Phil brought his skiis but rented a snowboard.) Although there was some snow and the machines were going full blast, it was also a bit icy. I hate icy. I'm scared of icy, of going too fast, of taking myself out or even worse - of taking someone else out. So I went slower than Phil, but he was a good sport about it. At some point, I finally got too tired to keep going, and Phil did as well, and we called it a day. We went back to the hotel room, passed out for a little, and then managed to get up to find food.

It's hard to dress up and look cute when it's so cold (I think I was wearing my ski jacket the whole time) but we still managed to have a nice Italian (yum) dinner. And then crashed back at our hotel room.

Sunday we got up and went back out on the slopes to take advantage of the day before we left to drive home. And although we were exhausted by the time we got home, it was a fun weekend.