A year in Whistler
This working holiday year was different from all the others I have done. Instead of moving around, I ended up staying in one place for the full year. I needed this. I needed a place to call home again, for longer than just a few months. Staying here the full…
The youngest of the mountain
Don’t they look cute? All bundled up? These little Michelin men, with gigantic heads, their faces disappearing behind goggles and neck warmers? All in their orange vests with their names on it. All struggling to hold on to their skis, cradling it awkwardly like a very skinny baby. All dreamy…