Well after dark on Monday night, after a few thousand miles of driving, lots of food (mostly good, some laughably poor), just as much wine, the odd beer and, most importantly, rafts of incredibly spectacular scenery, 4 weary road-trippers returned to Whistler.
The journey began with the picturesque drive out of Whistler village, through Pemberton and a number of other small towns on the way -with the passing of each town, and the slipping further and further way from our amenity-laden resort existence, the landscape grew more and more rugged, nature's contours no longer subject to the designs of man, but instead man's designs forced to fit in around the mountains, rocks and streams.
The term 'breath-taking' doesn't come into it. Less than an hour out of Whistler we came across the first of many beautiful lakes, surrounded by stunning snow-dusted mountains.
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