There is a strange work-related rule in Whistler. It’s called the 20 cm flu. If it has snowed 20 cms, you get the morning off for “sickness” – related reasons. Today it has snowed 45 cms. Needless to say many people in the lineup for the Creekside gondola are sick. Terribly sick.
This is the scene at 8.25 am. We’re just outside the barricades and were there at 8.10 – 20 minutes before lift opening. The lineup goes another 200m back. Doesn’t anyone work around here?
Bit of a gong show out there with so many powder vultures but luckily we manage to squeeze in some snorkel runs before all the obvious deep stuff gets skied out.
Sharon on Robertson’s.
Right at the end of the day, we finish up with a hike to Peak to Creek. Myself, Peter and Sharon enjoying the sun
Alpine has been closed all day due to avalanche danger so the snow is still deep here! Sharon dropping in to Peak to Creek.
Peter practising hucking drops with skis on his feet as opposed to his bike.
Rob off the very same line
The next day dawns bright and clear. Its slightly colder than the day before and we’re pretty much the first ones on the Glacier chair up to Blackcomb.
The lines to skiers right of the T-bar never gets tracked early in the day. Lemmings always head to the lineups on the Glacier. First tracks are first tracks no matter how short the slope I say. No-one’s been here since the dump we got yesterday – again due to avvy danger. There’s natural slides on east facing slopes which get sun late in the day even inbounds. We get about 3 sets of fresh tracks before anyone clues in.
Jarret joins us today.
Then off we go to Blackcomb Glacier. Down Sapphire Bowl there are some gorgeous lines. Here’s a nice drop with a soft landing.
Another skier off a slightly different line.
Beautiful day with quite the views. This is from the Crystal Chair hut looking south west down the valley.
The powder is never-ending!
As the runs and glacier gets tracked out, off we go to the trees. Jarrett at the end of a cannonball run down the CBC trees.
Sharon on the same run.
Now that our legs are trashed and our bodies gooned off we go to bed. Hopefully a few runs in the backcountry tomorrow will not destroy what’s left of our wrecked limbs.