I lived about 80 miles north of Seattle in Bellingham for almost 5 years, and somehow in that time I never once made it to Vancouver or Whistler. And even after that, it took another 5 years for me to finally make it over the border into the great white north. When I was younger, my family didn’t take very many vacations that required air travel. We drove everywhere from Spokane and some of my favorite memories for the Thanksgiving holiday involve going up into eastern British Columbia and staying at Radium Hot Springs and the Fairmont Hot Springs. I loved having breakfast at this little café in Radium, and you could watch the resident herd of Big Horn Sheep walk down the highway without a care in the world. Each time we went I saw a wolf in the wilderness, so I was even more enchanted with Canada each time. The last time I was there was about 11 or 12 years ago. And so here we are now, finally, after all this time, I have made it to the Western side of British Columbia, and up into Whistler, a ski resort of the likes that I have never…
