{moszoomimglink:sunny_for_a_change}Thanks to the virtually infinite generosity of my friends Paul and Justin, I got to hang out at their place in Whistler this year for the second time. What was different this time? Well, I knew the mountain already, and so had much more fun exploring. My crazy friend D. (who wouldn't want to be named) was there, too – he shoved me up the worst couloirs on the mountain, and together we conquered some really fun terrain on Blackcomb.
The snow was wonderful, especially on the last day – when I sailed Peak to Creek in the flying powder. The bottom part was scary fun: the snow was criss-crossed by skiers and boarders, but it was still so soft everywhere you felt like you were surfing on whipped cream.