Technically, it’s day three but who’s counting.

We continued our assault on the hills around Whistler Village today.  Starting out from the house, we were able to ride right out the door, and onto Alpine Road which climbs pretty much straight up.  The first part of the day was highly technical, with a lot of carrying the bikes and both up and down some crazy stuff.  We had a total blast again though.  The second part of the ride gave in to more single track through the woods, which was fun, fast and so beautiful.  Here’s the video, and now I must sleep.

Well it happened.  Jonathan, Rodney and I managed to somehow put together our annual boys trip, which we seem to do about every 9 years or so.  Woke up this morning and had a chance to pack a few last minute things before running for the boat.  Grabbed a bag full of apples from the orchard, had a gaze at our new redneck 4×4 hauler

Our new truck!

and hit the boat.  Foggy, a little chilly, a little misty – but beautiful departure from Bainbridge.  I had a booth at the front of the boat and strummed my guitar as we forged through Puget Sound, somehow floating in a two thousand ton hunk of metal filled with cars and people.

Rodney showed up in the van, with bikes and gear.  We grabbed Jonathan, who’s girls had to be peeled from his legs, and hit the highway.

Here’s the rainy view on the way….

We cruised up to Bellingham, grabbed some food and headed for the border.  Vancouver was busy, lots of traffic!  Here’s a picture of the Lions Gate Bridge from Stanley Park over to North Vancouver:

and arrived in Whistler around 4:00 pm.  Our condo is modest – one small room/kitchen/dining area with a fireplace and, thank God there is a coffee maker cause we’re about a mile from the Village.

We walked around the Village and got info on mountain bike trails, grabbed a beer at the Irish pub, and then…… went to the Croc store.  Yum.

Now we’re watching Fletch and getting ready for our ride tomorrow!