Whistler Olympics

During the Olympics, Chris Furrer and I were lucky enough to go to Whistler for the opening weekend. It was a complete whim of a trip, but in the late afternoon on Sunday, Chris and I headed north. Fresh off a plane from San Francisco that morning, I knew it was going to be an epic weekend.
Where were we going to stay you ask? Well we could not have answered that ourselves as we drove along the interstate. But upon arriving at the border, my girlfriend, Tracy, gave us a ring and told us to head her way and we could sleep on the floor. I don’t think we could have lucked out more.
But we did. To drive the Sea to Sky highway up to the mountain, a permit was required due to the heavy traffic. Our luck came when we discovered that after 6pm, the permit was not required.
Anyway, long story short, we got up to Whistler and passed out for the night. The following day, Chris and I roamed around the village to see all the sights. It was a grand time. That night we were also able to go up to watch the women’s luge event. It was pretty sweet and I snapped some good picks.
That night we just went bar hopping (since it is legal up in Canuck land) and then called it a night. After a short jaunt home on Tuesday, we were back in the great US of A and back to the boring lives until two weeks later when we were able to go back up.
But that story is for another time.