When work sucks and you need to catch a glimpse of the fun side of you for a while...what do you do, JUMP ON THE FUN TRAIN!!
Thanks to B and his red carpet club status, we managed to land some last minute flights to sunny Vancouver. Actually, all credit to him he took the reins on the whole trip! I tend do take the 'manyana' approach to planning things which has never set me in bad stead.....but B for some reason struggles to relax on my slack programme (who knows why that is??! ;))! Before I knew it, we had somewhere to stay, a transfer and a flight......GAME ON.
We landed in Vancouver on the Tuesday afternoon and headed upto Whistler and Blackcombe. It was the most amazing drive. B slept all the way, while I gawped out the window in true tourist fashion......minus the geeky camera case dangling freely from my neck.....of course.We had 4 days riding in the village, one of those days were illuminated kindly by the bright star we call the sun....precipitation accompanied us through the woooops for the other 3! On day 2 we met Spike, a good friend of mine from the UK........he randomly pulled up next to us and shouted JAYMIE MART while we were sussing out a drop on A-Line, and thank god he did.
Spike took on the role of friend/funniest and most efficient tour guide we could have wished for!!
He wizzed us both up and over each jump, drop, rock section and berm on most of the trails on the hill at the rate of knotts......this will make sense for those of you who have ridden there, so we covered, B line, A line, Freight Train, Dirt Merchant, Ho Chi Min, Karate Monkey, Crab apple, Duffman, Hornet, Clown Shoes, Schlayer, Upper and Lower joyride and Upper Whistler DH.....and those are the ones I can rememeber!
Whistler was so much better than I could have ever imagined, the facilities were awesome and the trails just let you do what you want, easy, technical, pedally, steep, rooty, rocky, north shore, you could ride what you wanted, when yo wanted!!
I have never been strong at jumping, but for 4 days, I felt like I could jump, I was clearing nearly everything and getting comfortable enough to whip it a little on some stuff tooo.....oh lala!!
We had a fab time and caught up with another friend from home who was out there for a season, the not so wee Matt Parkinson!! We also caught a glimpse of 2 bears, one in the village and one baby bear on the trail, so cute! We had T and a few too many beers with the Canadian DH contingent, Bucky, Clair Buchar and Katrina Strand...they are all as always, mad as toast!!
The day before we were due to fly home, we headed into Vancouver for a night of urban comfort at the Hilton. B and I ventured into downtown Vancouver to have drinks with one of my dearest friends from Uni, Frankie Bean! Nothing changes with Frankie, she is like an old book, you can start up where you picked off!!.......She did point us in the direction of a few things to keep us out of mischeif in the city on our last day............so off we plodded........out towards Frankies new Uni, UBC and onto Wreck Beach........AND STRAIGHT INTO A NUDIST FESTIVAL!! It was actually pretty fun, there is 'nowt as quere as folk' and that was certainly highlighted on Wreck Beach! Brown people, wrinkly people, senior willy, droopy boobs, abs, overhands, body acceptance machines, gays, straights, logs, umbarellas, bare feet, hammer toes, warts and all.....you name it and someone was displaying it with pride! I just loved that place. If you get a chance to go.......don't think twice!
Fat birds DON' T FLY
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