Whistler’s wreckage
Whistler has a lot of hiking to offer, but there is one hike that is not promoted but that everyone wants to do anyway. In 1956 a train crashed. The boxcars were blocking the tracks so they were pulled into the forest. They have been there ever since. Many people…
The unexpected bootcamp
Starting a new job is always hard. There is so much to learn and so many new people to meet. New procedures or new computer programs. When I applied for my new job I had spoken to people who had done it before. They both agreed; the first few weeks…
The reassuring view
I was so reluctant to go. After spending three worry-free weeks in Cuba and two amazing weeks travelling in British Columbia and Alberta, I did not want to go back to Whistler. Walking around Banff I saw ‘help wanted’ signs in pretty much every shop window. “I could stay here…
To the east-ish
So after getting back from Cuba I just couldn’t get enough of travelling. It happens. I decided to book a trip around western Canada. I have been hanging around the west coast, hugging the coast, way too long. So now I can finally say I made it (more) east. East…
Exploring the valley
Why is it that when you settle down somewhere, you start taking things for granted? Why is it that when you stop moving, you stop completely and fall into a routine? Why do I never explore my own neighborhood? It’s like staying somewhere for too long is the recipe for…
Welcoming spring
My winter in Whistler hasn’t turned out at all as I expected. It was much, so much better. I got an experience that I couldn’t have dreamed of. I did things I could only dream of and things I feared. Applying for a job as a ski instructor was a…
Shaken, not stirred
I am a shaker. No. I am the little balls inside the shaker. An eager toddler picks it up and starts banging it against the furniture. I have no control. I cannot make it stop. The toddler happily bangs on, eager to hear the curious sounds it produces. Once you…
Whistler won’t let go
Whistler, you come and you never leave. That’s what they say. ‘They’ might be right. People fall in love with the place, or just get broke and literally cannot leave. For a while I’ve been thinking of settling somewhere and so I’ve made an important decision. For now I’ve decided…
Crossover, a new adventure
It was crossover week. This meant we could take our kids over to Blackcomb, and their kids would come over to Whistler. I was so excited, because my four year-olds were actually good enough to ski to Blackcomb. It was an adventure we could embark on as a team and I…
The advantage of being little
They are smarter than you think. Kids. Every time I stop skiing, take my kids to the bathroom, sit with them in the gondola, or just try to get them from A to B, someone will make a comment. “O, they are so cute.” “They must be a handful.” “You…